Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall-bladder week. so as sort of an educational feature at this I thought I would acquaint you with some of the results of my rece
Searches into the career of the late doctor samuel gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which certainly ranks as one of the more important technological advances since the invention of the
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's faith in his invention was so vindicated last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall-
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, he majored in animal husbandry, until they caught him at it one day.

Whereupon he switched to the field of medicine in which field he also won renown as the inventor of gargling. which prior to that had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from to son as part of their oral tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the rich. he was therefore able to retire at an early age
The land we all dream about, sunny mexico of course. the last part of which is completely irrelevant, as with the whole I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next
Of popular song is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When it's time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a grubby bars
I would "te amo."

The mariachis serenade,
And they would not shut up till they paid.
We ate, we drank, and we merry,
And we got and dysentery.

But of all, we went to the plaza de toros.
Now whenever I feeling morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never what they mean.

(for there is surely nothing more beautiful in
World than the sight of a lone man facing
A half a ton of pot roast!)

Out the matador,
Who must have potted or
insane, but who looked rather bored.
Then the of course,
one on his horse,
I "ole!" ev'ry time one was gored.

I cheered at the display,
As they stuck the bull in their own way,
For I hadn't had so fun since the day
My dog rover
Got run over.

(rover was killed by a pontiac. and it was with
grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
Driver both and the tail - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be blood on the sand soon.
The held it's breath,
Hoping that
Would brighten an dull afternoon.

At last, the matador did we wanted him to.
He raised his and his aim was true.
In that moment of I suddenly knew
That someone had my wallet.

Now fiesta time in akron, ohio,
But it's to old guadalajara I'm longing to go.
Far from the strikes of the a.f. of l. and c.i.o.
How I wish I get back
To the of the wetback,
And the alamo,
In old mexico. ole!