Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary has ever been my pleasure to read. it was that of a lady name alma mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central europe, and, among these lovers, who listed in the obituary, by the way, which was what made i
Interesting, there were three whom she so far as to marry.

One of the leading composers of the gustav mahler, composer of das lied von der erde and other light classics. one of the leading architects: walter gropius of the bauhaus school of design.
One of the leading writers: franz werfel, author of the song of bernadette and other masterpieces. it's people like that who make you how little you've accomplished. it is a sobering tho
For example, that when mozart was my age he had been dead for two years. it to me, I'm reading this obituary, that the story of alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so here
Ne.

The girl in vienna
Was alma, the as well.
Once you picked her up on antenna,
You'd be free of her spell.

Her lovers were and varied,
From the day she her -- beguine.
There were three famous whom she married,
And God how many between.

Alma, us!
All modern are jealous.
Which of magical wands
Got you and walter and franz?

The first one she was mahler,
Whose buddies all him as gustav.
And each time he saw her he'd
"ach, is the fraulein I moost have!"

marriage, however, was murder.
He'd scream to the above,
"i'm das lied von der erde,
And she only to make love!"

Alma, us!
All women are jealous.
You should have a in bronze
For gustav and walter and franz.

married to gus, she met gropius,
And soon she was with walter.
Gus died, and her tear drops copious.
She all the way to the altar.

But he would late at the bauhaus,
And only came now and then.
She said, "what am I a chow house?
It's to change parters again."

Alma, us!
All modern are jealous.
you didn't even use ponds,
You got and walter and franz.

married to walt she'd met werfel,
And he too was in her net.
He her, but he was carefell,
'cause was no bernadette.

And is the story of alma,
Who knew how to and to give.
The body that reached her
Was one that had how to live.

Alma, us!
How can help being jealous?
Ducks always envy the
Who get and walter,
You did falter,
With and walter and franz.

I know some people feel marriage as an institution is dying out, but I disagree and the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not long ago by a letter I received which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. marry me, or I will kill myself." well, I was a little disturbed at that until I took another look at the envelope and saw it was addressed
Ccupant.

Speaking of love, one problem that recurs and more frequently these days in books,and plays,and movies on, is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love. husbands and
Who can't communicate; children who can't communicate their parents, and so on. and the characters in these books, and plays, and so on, and in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoanin
Fact that they can't communicate. I that if a person can't communicate the very least he can do is to shut up.