Luyện nghe bài hát Gustave! Gustave!

C: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave.
P: What's
C: Gustave!
P: wrong?!
C: He should have here. He was meant to be here!
P: It's that idiot Raoul. Why, I'll kill that drunken fool! That he dare touch that child. A that isn't his. Mr. Squelch?!
M:
P: Seal the port, blockade each road. Call in every favor that I'm owed. be damned if he leaves this isle!
M: The Vicomte de Chagny left here in a carriage, saw with my own eyes, sir. There was no one him.
P: Are you quite certain he here alone?
M: Sir, was there anyone else backstage?
P: Yes, yes. Madam Giry, she was here, with her vicious little sneer and that comment she made. The ungratetful back biting snake! She's been greedious indeed. She'll get hers now guaranteed! Go now quickly! Bring her round! Bring the boy back safe and sound! Then tear her limb from limb!
MG: What is the meaning of this? How your minions manhandle me in this fashion. I demand an answer.
P: The boy, woman. have you done with him?
MG: The boy? You think I took the Why would I do such a thing? You think I don't know who he is? All these years, who has been faithful more than I? No one!
P:
MG: All these years, who could you I'd hurt that child--
P: My patience is running
MG: All these years, I've mother to you and Christine as much as my daughter--
P: Enough!
MG: Do you think I don't know how it hurts to see one's far too off?
P: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave.
F: Sir? I just passed Meg's dressing room. It was empty as a tomb, but her mirror was all in pieces on the floor.
P:
MG: Oh my god.
F: And I saw her down the hall, pulling someone and small. And she looked all about and then scurried out the door.
MG: God I her, so distraught. Please who knows just what she thought. I'm afraid she's come undone. But she won't hurt him. Meg would never hurt him. How could she hurt him?
P: I where they've gone, but we must hurry!
MG: In that crowd? are millions of people out there.
C: Gustave! My Gustave.
P: no time to waist
C: Gustave!
(Crowd noise)
C: Gustave, Gustave!
P: You there, stop!
C: not him.
MG: Meg.
P:I think I see them! way!
C: Gustave! Is that... I'm so sorry.
MG: Meg, please.
P: To the pier!