Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

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

The is near
So near it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To call them to
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 a ghost to me
One minute there she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And he comes like 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
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a game for rich young boys to
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

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

Red!

I my soul on fire!

Black!

My world if 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 is a higher call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We towards a larger goal
Our little don't count at all!

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

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

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

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

Listen!

Twenty rounds for 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 death is the we await!

On his funeral day will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry will reach every ear!
In the death of we will kindle the flame
will 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 shout
will come one and all
They come when we call!