Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 13th, there 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 listed in the obituary, by the way, which was what 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 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 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 here
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The girl 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,
From the day she her -- beguine.
There three famous ones whom she married,
And God how many between.

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

The first one she was mahler,
buddies 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 scream to the above,
"i'm writing das von der erde,
And she only wants to love!"

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

married 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 only home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow
time to change parters again."

Alma, us!
All modern are jealous.
Though you didn't 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 knew how to and to give.
The body that reached her
Was one had known how to live.

Alma, us!
How can they help being
Ducks always envy the
Who get and walter,
You did falter,
gustav and walter and franz.

I know some people feel 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 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 communicate the people they love. husbands and
Who can't communicate; children who can't communicate 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
that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate the very least he can do is to shut up.