Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 13th, there appeared in the the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary that 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 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 were three whom she so far as to marry.

One of the leading composers of the day: gustav mahler, composer of das lied von der and other light classics. one of the leading architects: walter gropius of the bauhaus school of design.
One of the 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 sobering 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 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 were many and varied,
From the day she her -- beguine.
There were famous ones whom she married,
And God how many between.

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

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 to the heavens above,
"i'm das lied von der erde,
And she only to make love!"

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

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

But he would late at the bauhaus,
And only home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow
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,
'cause was no bernadette.

And is the story 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 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 dying out, but I disagree and the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not long ago by a 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 disturbed at that until I took another look at the envelope and saw that it was addressed
Ccupant.

Speaking of love, one that recurs 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; 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, 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.