Luyện nghe bài hát Les Miserables, musical: Wedding Chorale / Beggars at the Feast

Wedding Chorale/Beggars at the Feast by Les Cast
(Marius and Cosette a wedding procession)

Ring out the
Upon day of days!

May all the
Of the Lord

In
their songs of praise!

And this
Blessed with
and love.

(The procession becomes a dancing celebration. A is played)

MAJOR
The and Baroness de Thnard wish to pay their respects to the groom!

I forget we met
Was it not at the Chateau
Where the Duke did puke
Down the de-coll-etage?

No, `Baron de
The circles I move in are by far.
Go away, Thnardier!
Do you think I know who you are?

MME.
not fooled. Told you so.
Show M'sieur what come here to show.
Tell the boy you know!

When I look at you, I Eponine.
She was more than you deserved, who her birth
But now she is God and happier, I hope,
here on earth!
The waltz up again.

So it goes, heaven
Life has dealt me terrible blows.

MME.
got cash and a heart
You could us a bit of a start!
We can prove, as ink
Your father is not what you think.

There's a tale I could

MME.
we're willing to sell...

There's a man that he
I saw the clear as I'm seeing you!
I tell you is true!

MME.
Pity to disturb you at a feast this
But five hundred francs wouldn't come amiss.

In name say what you have to say.

But you pay!
What I saw, as light,
Jean in the sewers that night.
Had this corpse on his
Hanging like a bloody great sack.
I was there, fear.
found me this fine souvenir.

(Thnardier shows a ring)

I this! This was mine!
This is surely heavenly sign!

One thing more, mark well
It was the the barricades fell.

Then it's true. I'm right.
Jean was my savior that night!

(Marius punches Thnardier and then throws at him)

As for you, take too!
God the things that we do.
my love, come Cosette,
This blessings are not over yet!

(Marius and leave)

BEGGARS AT THE

Ain't it a
it a treat?
Hob-nobbin'
the elite?
Here comes a
There a Jew.
one's a queer
But can you do?
at my feet
Paris in the
And here's me bread
With the crust!

at the feast!
of the dance!
Life is pickings
If you your chance.
you go
Law-abiding
Doing what is
But they're broke!
to the Lord on Sundays
Praying for the gifts send.

M. & MME.
But we're the ones who it
We're the ones who it in the end!
the buggers dance
Watch 'em till they
your wits about you
And you on top!
Masters of the
get our share
Clear the barricades
And we're there!
We where the wind is blowing
is the stuff we smell.
And when we're as Croesus
Jesus! we see you all in hell!