Luyện nghe bài hát Gustave! Gustave!

C: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave.
P: wrong?
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 child 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. was no one with him.
P: Are you quite he left here alone?
M: Sir, was anyone else here 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 and sound! Then I'll tear her limb from limb!
MG: What is the meaning of this? How dare minions manhandle me in this fashion. I demand an answer.
P: The boy, woman. What you done with him?
MG: The boy? You think I took the boy? Why would I do such a thing? You think I don't know who he is? All these years, who has faithful more than I? No one!
P:
MG: All years, who could you think I'd hurt that child--
P: My is running dry--
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 child far too
P: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave.
F: Sir? I just passed Meg's dressing room. It was empty as a tomb, but her was smashed all in pieces on the floor.
P:
MG: Oh my god.
F: And I saw her down the hall, pulling someone pale and small. And she looked all about and scurried out the door.
MG: God I left 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 hurt him. How could she hurt him?
P: I know they've gone, but we must hurry!
MG: In crowd? There are millions of people out there.
C: Gustave! My Gustave.
P: Theres no 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!