Luyện nghe bài hát Grizabella

Grizabella once 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 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 of her eye twist like a crooked pin

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

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic

Someone mutters and the streetlamp
And soon it be morning

Memory - all alone in the
I can at the old days
I was then
I remember the I knew 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