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,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
coming to our side!

The is near
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To call them to
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles 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 price you pay?
Is it simply a game for rich young to play?
The of the world
Are day by day...

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

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of breathless
Had you there tonight
You also have known
How the may be changed
In just one burst of
And was right seems wrong
And what was 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 longer a
I do not doubt you it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your soul?
We strive towards a goal
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

Give me on my grave
And breathe 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 rounds for 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 they honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we 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 to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant
They come one and all
They come when we call!