Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining 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 stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To call to arms
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if you've seen a

Some and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don
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
the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game for rich boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

Had you there tonight
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of breathless
Had you there tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one burst of
And was right seems wrong
And was wrong 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 you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We towards a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world 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 have the guns we

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

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

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

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