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,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
coming 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 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 need a
To the people
To call them to
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never heard him and `aah'
You talk of 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 of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it a game 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 there
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of breathless
Had you been there
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one burst of
And what was right wrong
And what was wrong right!

Red!

I my soul 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 doubt you it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We strive towards a goal
Our little don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a about 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 have the 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 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 day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the
They see that the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
But a jubilant
They come one and all
will come when we call!