Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

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

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

- not a sound from the pavement
Has the lost her memory
She is smiling
In the lamplight the leaves collect at my feet
And the wind to moan

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic

Someone mutters and the gutters
And soon it be morning

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

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

ACT II