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
the flowing of the tide
Paris to our side!

The time is
So it's stirring 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 that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going on!

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

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

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

Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that 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 one burst of light
And what was right 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, no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely
We towards a larger goal
Our little lives count at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
- the night 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. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're 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 death is the of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his funeral day they will his name.
It's a cry that will reach every ear!
In the of Lamarque we will 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 come one and all
They come when we call!