Luyện nghe bài hát Gustave! Gustave!

C: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave.
P: wrong?
C: Gustave!
P: wrong?!
C: He have been here. He was meant to be here!
P: that idiot Raoul. Why, I'll kill that drunken fool! That he dare touch that child. A child that isn't his. Mr. Squelch?!
M:
P: Seal the port, blockade each road. Call in every favor that I'm owed. I'll be 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 certain he left 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 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 I'll tear her limb from limb!
MG: What is the meaning of this? How dare your manhandle me in this fashion. I demand an answer.
P: The boy, woman. What have you done 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 years, who could you think I'd hurt that child--
P: My patience is running
MG: All these years, been mother to you and Christine as much as my daughter--
P: Enough!
MG: Do you think I know how it hurts to see one's child 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 smashed all in 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 she's come undone. But she won't hurt him. Meg would never hurt him. How could she hurt him?
P: I know they've gone, but we must hurry!
MG: In that crowd? There are of people out there.
C: Gustave! My Gustave.
P: Theres no time to
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!