Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, 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 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 whom 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, that the story of alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so
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The loveliest in vienna
Was alma, the as well.
Once you her up on your antenna,
You'd never be of her spell.

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

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

The first one she was mahler,
Whose buddies all him as gustav.
And each 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 das lied von der erde,
And she only to make love!"

Alma, us!
All women are jealous.
You should have a statue in
For bagging 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 came 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 gustav and 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 that reached her
Was one that had how to live.

Alma, us!
How can help being jealous?
Ducks always the swans
Who get and walter,
You did falter,
With and walter and franz.

I know some 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 live without you. marry me, or I will kill myself." well, I was a little disturbed at that until I took another look at the 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 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.