Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river 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
let the wine go to your brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To them to arms
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if you've 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 in love at last?
I've never heard him and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don
It is than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a night at the opera
you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a game for young boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

Had you been there
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of breathless
Had you there tonight
You might also known
How the may be changed
In just one burst of
And what was right seems
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, no longer a child
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger
Our little don't count at all!

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

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

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

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

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty rounds for man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in 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 will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the
They see that the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They come one and all
will come when we call!