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

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

Ring out the
Upon day of days!

May all the
Of the Lord

In
their songs of praise!

And this
time with
and love.

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

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

I forget we met
Was it not at the Lafarge
Where the Duke did puke
Down the Duchess's

No, de Thnard'
The I move in are humbler by far.
Go away, Thnardier!
Do you I don't know who you are?

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

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

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

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

There's a I could tell

MME.
Information we're to sell...

There's a man he slew
I saw the corpse clear as I'm you!
What I you is true!

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

In God's name say what you to say.

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

(Thnardier shows a ring)

I know this! was mine!
This is some heavenly sign!

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

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

(Marius punches and then throws money at him)

As for you, take too!
God forgive the things we do.
my love, come Cosette,
This day's blessings are not yet!

(Marius and leave)

BEGGARS AT THE

Ain't it a
it a treat?
Hob-nobbin'
Among the
Here a prince
There a Jew.
This one's a
But can you do?
Paris at my
in the dust
And me breaking bread
the upper crust!

at the feast!
of the dance!
Life is pickings
If you grab chance.
you go
Law-abiding
Doing is decent
But mostly broke!
Singing to the on Sundays
Praying for the He'll send.

M. & MME.
But the ones who take it
the ones who make it in the end!
Watch the dance
Watch 'em till drop
Keep your wits you
And you on top!
Masters of the
Always get our
Clear away the
And still there!
We know where the wind is
is the stuff we smell.
And when rich as Croesus
Jesus! we see you all in hell!