Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
Paris to our side!

The is near
So near it's stirring the blood in veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call them to
To them in line!

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if you've seen a

Some wine and say what's on!

A ghost you say... a maybe
She was like a ghost to me
One there then she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never heard him `ooh' and
You of battles to be won
And here he comes Don Juan
It is than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a night at the opera
Have you asked of
the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game for young boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Had you been there
You might how it feels
To be struck to the
In a of breathless delight
Had you been there
You also have known
How the may be changed
In just one burst of
And what was seems wrong
And what was wrong right!

Red!

I feel my on fire!

Black!

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red!

The of desire!

ALL
Black!

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the that ends at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we have the guns we

Give me on my grave
And I'll breathe all to death!

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

is dead.
Lamarque! His is the hour of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his funeral day will honor his name.
It's a cry that will reach every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will the flame
They will see the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant
They come one and all
will come when we call!