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,
a river on the run
Like the flowing of the
coming 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
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To them to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've heard 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 for the right
To a night at the opera
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a game for rich young boys to
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 ends at last!

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

Red!

I feel my 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 it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We strive a larger goal
Our lives 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 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 I'll breathe all to death!

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

In Notre 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 is the hour of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

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