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 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 was so dramatically 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 career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, where 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 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 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 next
Of popular song which is one of those things about 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,
giving a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a hundred bars
I whisper "te amo."

The would serenade,
And they would not shut up till 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 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 they mean.

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

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

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

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

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

At last, the did what 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 away 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!