Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

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

One of the leading composers of the day: gustav mahler, composer of das lied von der erde and 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 realize how little you've accomplished. it is a 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 girl in vienna
Was alma, the as well.
Once you picked her up on antenna,
never be free of her spell.

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

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

The one she married was mahler,
Whose buddies all him as gustav.
And time he saw her he'd holler:
"ach, that is the fraulein I 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 women are jealous.
You should have a in bronze
For gustav and walter and franz.

While 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 work at the bauhaus,
And only home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a house?
It's time to change again."

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

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

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

Alma, us!
How can they help being
Ducks always envy the
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 long ago by a letter I which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. marry me, or I 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 can't 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 that if a person can't the very least he can do is to shut up.