Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame 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
Paris 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 fight is a foe
With the men and the arms 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 call them to
To them 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 in love at last?
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he 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 now?
Have you asked of
What's the price you might
Is it simply a game for rich boys to play?
The of the world
Are day by day...

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

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight
Had you there tonight
You might also have
How the world may be
In one burst of light
And what was right wrong
And what was 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, you're no a child
I do not doubt you it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

Give me brandy on my
And I'll them all to death!

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're 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 death is the of fate.
The man.
His death is the we await!

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