Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
the flowing of the tide
Paris to our side!

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

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if seen a ghost

Some wine and say going on!

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

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

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

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

Had you there tonight
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of breathless
Had you been tonight
You also have known
How the world may be
In one burst of light
And was right seems wrong
And what was seems right!

Red!

I my soul on fire!

Black!

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red!

The of desire!

ALL
Black!

The of despair!

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

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

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

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

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

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty rounds for 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 will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we kindle the flame
They see that the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant
They will one and all
They will when we call!