Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the 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 is near
So it's 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 need a
To the people
To them to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if seen a ghost

Some wine and say what's on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And he comes like Don Juan
It is than an opera!

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

Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
- the night that ends at last!

Had you there tonight
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight
Had you there tonight
You also have known
How the world may be
In just one of light
And what was right wrong
And what was wrong 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 it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger
Our lives don't count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we the guns 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 Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty good 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 death is the of fate.
The man.
His death is the we await!

On his funeral day they honor his name.
It's a rallying cry will reach 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 with and cheer
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
will come one and all
They come when we call!