Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
Like the flowing of the
coming to our side!

The time is
So near stirring 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 that we never can match
It is easy to sit and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he like Don Juan
It is better an opera!

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

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

Had you been tonight
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of breathless
Had you there tonight
You might have known
How the may be changed
In just one burst of
And what was right seems
And what was wrong 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 longer a
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a goal
Our little don't count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running 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. they're with us to a man!

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles 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 is the hour 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 of Lamarque we will kindle the flame
They will see the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it with courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant
They will one and all
will come when we call!