Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary that has ever been my to read. it was that of a lady name alma mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, managed to acquire as practically all of the top creative men in central europe, and, among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary, by the way, which was what made i
Interesting, were three whom she went 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: werfel, author of the song of bernadette and other masterpieces. it's people like that who make you realize how little you've accomplished. it is a sobering tho
For example, that mozart was my age he had been dead for two years. it seemed 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 loveliest girl in
Was alma, the as well.
you picked her up on your antenna,
You'd never be of her spell.

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

Alma, us!
All women are jealous.
Which of your magical
Got you gustav and walter and

The one she married was mahler,
buddies all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her holler:
"ach, that is the I moost have!"

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

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

married to gus, she met gropius,
And she was swinging with walter.
Gus died, and her tear were 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 running? a chow
time to change parters again."

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

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

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

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

I know some people feel that marriage as an institution is dying out, but I disagree and the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not ago by a letter I received which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live 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 that it was addressed
Ccupant.

Speaking of love, one problem that more 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 communicate with 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 feel if a person can't communicate the very least he can do is to shut up.