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. certainly ranks as one of the more important technological advances since the invention of the joy-bu
And the dribble-glass. doctor gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated 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, where he majored in husbandry, until they caught him at it one day.

Whereupon he switched to the field of medicine in which he also won renown as the inventor of gargling. which prior to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret 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 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 way of getting into this next
Of popular song which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I long to be back again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I whisper "te amo."

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

But best of all, we to the plaza de toros.
Now I start feeling morose,
I revive by recalling scene.
And names belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall forget what they mean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now fiesta time in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old I'm longing to go.
Far away from the 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!