Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware this week is national gall-bladder week. so as sort of an educational feature at this point 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 technological advances 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 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 time had been only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. he 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 is completely irrelevant, as with the whole thing 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 fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I to be back once again
In old mexico.
Where we for today,
Never giving a to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred grubby
I would "te amo."

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

But best of all, we went to the de toros.
Now whenever I feeling morose,
I revive by recalling scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I live to a and eighty,
I shall never forget what mean.

(for there is nothing more beautiful in this
World than the sight of a lone man singlehandedly
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 shouted "ole!" ev'ry 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 done
grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
Driver both ears and the - 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 death
Would brighten an dull afternoon.

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

Now fiesta time in akron, ohio,
But it's back to old guadalajara I'm 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!