Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

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

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

Silence - not a sound the pavement
Has the moon her memory
She is smiling
In the lamplight the withered collect at my feet
And the begins to moan

Every street lamp to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone and the streetlamp gutters
And it will be morning

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

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

ACT II