Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

Grizabella once more, wanting to rejoin her
family and be a part of the celebration. The again
her. She is left to contemplate her "Memory" of
the time before she left the tribe, she was once
young, and happy.

You see the border of her coat is torn and with sand
And you see the of her eye twist like a crooked pin

Silence - not a sound from the
Has the moon lost her
She is alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves at my feet
And the begins to moan

Every street lamp to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the gutters
And soon it will be

Memory - all alone in the
I can at the old days
I was then
I the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live

She yearns to be accepted, and she stretches out her
her, hoping another cat will touch her. It doesn't happen.
She slinks off the night.

ACT II