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
Like the of the tide
coming to our side!

The time is
So near it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms that we never can
It is easy to sit and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard 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 you've a ghost

Some and say what's going on!

A ghost you say... a 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 heard him `ooh' and
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 at the opera now?
Have you of yourselves
the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game for rich young boys to
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 ends at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a of breathless delight
Had you there tonight
You might have known
How the may be changed
In just one burst of
And what was right 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 mean it
But now is a higher call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We towards a larger goal
Our little don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
- the dark 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 I'll breathe all to death!

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

In Notre they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in 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 day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that reach every ear!
In the of Lamarque 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 take to the streets with no in our hearts
But a jubilant
They come one and all
They will come we call!