Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

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

The is near
So near 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 that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard will be to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To them to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

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 heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And he comes 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?
you asked of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it a game for rich young boys to play?
The colors of the
Are day by day...

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

Had you been there
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of breathless
Had you there tonight
You might also known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light
And what was right seems
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 mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares your lonely soul?
We towards a larger goal
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

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

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

In Notre they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles 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 death is the of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his funeral day they honor his name.
It's a cry that 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 in our hearts
But a jubilant
will come one and all
They will when we call!