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 name alma mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, to acquire as lovers 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, there three whom she went so far as to marry.

One of the leading of the day: 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 realize how little you've accomplished. it is a tho
For example, that when 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 ballads should be made so here
Ne.

The loveliest in vienna
Was alma, the as well.
Once you her up on your antenna,
never be free of her spell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he work late at the bauhaus,
And only home now and then.
She said, "what am I a chow house?
time to change parters again."

Alma, us!
All women are jealous.
Though you 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 that is the 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 help being jealous?
Ducks envy the swans
Who get and walter,
You did falter,
gustav and walter and franz.

I know some people feel that marriage as an institution is 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 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 recurs more and more frequently these days in books,and plays,and movies on, is the inability of people to with the people they love. husbands and
Who can't communicate; children who can't 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, hours bemoanin
Fact that they communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate the very least he can do is to shut up.