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,
There's a on the run
the flowing of the tide
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to 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 swat 'em flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles 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 for the right
To a night at the opera
you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a game for rich young boys to
The of the world
Are day by day...

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

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

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about 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 have the guns we

Give me brandy on my
And I'll them 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
Double 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 day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that reach every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the
will see that the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant
They come one and all
They will come we call!