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

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

Ring out the
this day of days!

May all the
Of the Lord

In
Sing songs of praise!

And this
Blessed time
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 Lafarge
the Duke did that puke
Down the de-coll-etage?

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

MME.
not fooled. Told you so.
Show what you've come here to show.
Tell the boy 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, knows
Life has me some terrible blows.

MME.
You've got and a heart
You could us a bit of a start!
We can prove, as ink
Your bride's father is not 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 you at a feast like this
But five hundred francs surely wouldn't amiss.

In God's say what you have to say.

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

(Thnardier Marius a ring)

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

One thing more, mark this
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, this too!
God forgive the 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'
Among the
comes a prince
There a Jew.
This 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 grab 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 who take it
We're the ones who it in the end!
Watch the buggers
Watch 'em till drop
Keep your wits you
And you on top!
Masters of the
get our share
Clear the barricades
And still there!
We where the wind is blowing
Money is the we smell.
And when we're as Croesus
Jesus! we see you all in hell!