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 would acquaint you with some of the of my rece
Searches into the career of the late doctor samuel gall, inventor of the gall-bladder. which 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 the top ten organs. his educational 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 to that time had been practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the
Who 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 able 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 that magic, and romantic south of the border.

When fiesta time in guadalajara,
Then I long to be once again
In old mexico.
we lived for today,
Never a thought to tomara.
To the of guitars,
In a grubby bars
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 of all, we went to the plaza de toros.
Now whenever I feeling morose,
I by recalling that scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall forget what they mean.

(for there is surely more beautiful in this
than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly
A half a ton of 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 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 by a pontiac. and it was done with
Such grace and artistry that the witnesses the
Driver ears and the tail - but I digress.)

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew there'd be blood on the sand soon.
The crowd held breath,
that 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 suddenly
That had stolen my wallet.

Now it's 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!