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 alma mahler gropius who ha
Her lifetime, managed to 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 made i
Interesting, there three 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: walter gropius of the school of design.
One of the leading writers: franz werfel, author of the song of 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.
Once you picked her up on antenna,
You'd be free of her spell.

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

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

The one she married was mahler,
buddies all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her he'd
"ach, that is the 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 bagging gustav and and franz.

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

But he would late at the bauhaus,
And only came now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow
time to change parters 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,
alma was no bernadette.

And that is the of alma,
Who knew how to and to give.
The that reached her embalma'
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 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 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 inability of 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 books, and plays, and so on, and in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoanin
Fact that they can't communicate. I feel if a person can't communicate the very least he can do is to shut up.