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, there were three she went so far as to marry.

One of the leading composers of the day: gustav mahler, composer of das 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 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, the story of alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so here
Ne.

The loveliest in vienna
Was alma, the as well.
you picked her up on your antenna,
You'd never be of her spell.

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

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

The first one she was mahler,
Whose all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her 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 only wants to love!"

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

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

But he work late at the bauhaus,
And came home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow
It's time to change again."

Alma, us!
All women are jealous.
Though you 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 that is the of alma,
Who how to receive and to give.
The body that reached her
Was one that had how to live.

Alma, us!
How can they being jealous?
always envy the swans
Who get and walter,
You did falter,
With gustav and 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 received which "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. marry me, or I will 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 communicate with the people they love. 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 can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate the very he can do is to shut up.