Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

Grizabella intrudes once more, wanting to 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 stained sand
And you see the corner of her eye twist a crooked pin

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

street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone and the streetlamp gutters
And soon it be morning

- all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old
I was then
I remember the time I knew what was
Let the memory live

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

ACT II