Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

Grizabella intrudes once more, to rejoin her
and be a part of the celebration. The cats again
scorn her. She is left to her "Memory" of
the time before she the tribe, when 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 the pavement
Has the moon her memory
She is alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves at my feet
And the wind begins to

Every lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
mutters and the streetlamp gutters
And soon it be morning

- all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old
I was beautiful
I remember the time I knew happiness was
Let the memory again

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

ACT II