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 fight is a foe
With the men and the arms that we never can
It is to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call to arms
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
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 at the opera now?
you asked of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it simply a for rich young boys to play?
The of the world
Are day by day...

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

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

Red!

I my soul on fire!

Black!

My world if not there!

ALL
Red!

The of desire!

ALL
Black!

The of despair!

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

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
- the night 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 we need?

Give me brandy on my
And I'll them all to death!

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

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
that in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the 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 reach ear!
In the death of we will kindle the flame
They will see the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
will come one and all
They will when we call!