Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

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

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

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

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic

Someone mutters and the gutters
And it will be morning

- all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old
I was beautiful
I remember the 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 off into the night.

ACT II