Luyện nghe bài hát In Old Mexico

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this 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 important technological advances since the invention of the
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 educational career began interestingly enough in agricultural school, 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 passed the secret down from father to son as part of their oral tradition. he soon became a specialist, specializing in 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 which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic land of the border.

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

The would 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 I start feeling morose,
I revive by that scene.
And like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete,
If I to a hundred and eighty,
I shall never forget what mean.

(for there is nothing more beautiful in this
World than the of a lone man facing 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 "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 dog rover
Got run over.

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

The had come,
I my gum,
We knew be blood on the sand pretty soon.
The held it's breath,
Hoping death
brighten an otherwise dull afternoon.

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

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