Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last 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 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 were 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 composers 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 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 loveliest girl in
Was alma, the as well.
you picked her up on your antenna,
You'd be free of her spell.

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

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

The one she married was mahler,
Whose buddies all 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 das lied von der erde,
And she only wants to love!"

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

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

But he would work at the bauhaus,
And came 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 and walter and franz.

While married to 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 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 received which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot 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 that it was addressed
Ccupant.

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