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 point I thought I 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 since the invention of the joy-bu
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the
Er was voted among the top ten organs. his educational career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where he majored in animal husbandry, until they 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 time had been practiced only by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the down from father 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 thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this
Of popular song is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
Where we for today,
Never a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I would "te amo."

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

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

(for is surely nothing more beautiful in this
World than the of a lone man facing singlehandedly
A a ton of angry pot roast!)

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

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

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

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be on the sand pretty soon.
The crowd held breath,
that death
Would brighten an otherwise afternoon.

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

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