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
Paris 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 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 will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call them to
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say what's on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he comes Don Juan
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 pay?
Is it simply a game for rich boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

Had you been tonight
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of breathless
Had you been tonight
You might have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light
And what was right wrong
And what was wrong right!

Red!

I feel my on fire!

Black!

My if she's 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 is a higher call.
Who cares your lonely soul?
We towards a larger goal
Our little don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the 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 breathe them all to death!

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

In Notre Dame tearing up the stones!

Twenty good 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 death is the we await!

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