Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call them to
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if seen a ghost

Some and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never 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 fight for the
To a night at the opera
Have you asked of
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a game for rich boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of breathless
Had you been tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one of light
And what was right 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 lives don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that 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 them all to death!

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

In Notre Dame tearing 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 is the sign we await!

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