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 lead a procession)

Ring out the
this day of days!

May all the
Of the Lord

In
Sing their of praise!

And this
Blessed time
and love.

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

DOMO
The Baron and Baroness de Thnard wish to pay respects to the groom!

I where we met
Was it not at the Lafarge
Where the Duke did that
the Duchess's 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 M'sieur what you've come to show.
the boy what you know!

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

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

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

There's a tale I tell

MME.
we're willing to sell...

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

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

In God's say what you have to say.

But you pay!
What I saw, as light,
Valjean in the sewers that night.
Had this corpse on his
Hanging there a bloody great 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 was my savior that night!

(Marius Thnardier and then throws money at him)

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

(Marius and leave)

AT THE FEAST

Ain't it a
it a treat?
Hob-nobbin'
Among the
Here comes a
There a Jew.
This a queer
But can you do?
at my feet
Paris in the
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 they're broke!
Singing to the on Sundays
Praying for the He'll send.

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