Luyện nghe bài hát Alma

Last december 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 mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central europe, and, among 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 lied von der erde and other light classics. one of the leading architects: gropius of the bauhaus school of design.
One of the leading writers: franz werfel, 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 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 here
Ne.

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

Her were many and varied,
From the day she her -- beguine.
There were three famous 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 one she married was mahler,
buddies all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her holler:
"ach, that is the I moost 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 modern are jealous.
You have a statue in bronze
For bagging gustav and and franz.

While to gus, she met gropius,
And she was swinging with walter.
Gus died, and her tear drops 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 to change parters again."

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

Alma, us!
How can they help jealous?
Ducks always 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 said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. 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 more frequently 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, 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.