Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

Grizabella once more, wanting to rejoin her
family and be a part of the celebration. The cats
her. She is left to contemplate her "Memory" of
the before she left 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 corner of her eye like a crooked pin

Silence - not a from the pavement
Has the moon lost her
She is alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my
And the wind begins to

Every street lamp seems to beat a warning

mutters and the streetlamp gutters
And it will be morning

Memory - all in the moonlight
I can at the old days
I was beautiful
I remember the I knew what happiness was
Let the memory again

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

ACT II