Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame the sections 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 time is
So near it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To them to arms
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if seen a ghost

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And he comes like Don Juan
It is better an opera!

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

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

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight
Had you been there
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one of light
And what was right seems
And what was seems 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 doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your lonely
We towards a larger goal
Our lives don't count at all!

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

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

Give me brandy on my
And breathe them all to death!

In St. they're with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

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