Luyện nghe bài hát Little Lotte/the Mirror

Raoul:(Spoken)
Little Lotte, let her mind wander. Lotte thought, "Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or of shoes?"

Christine:(Spoken)
Raoul.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of riddles or

Christine:(Spoken)
Picnics in the attic.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of chocolates.

Christine:(Spoken)
father the violin

Raoul:(Spoken)
As we read to each other, stories of the north

Christine:(Spoken)
No, "What I best," Lottie Said, "was when I'm asleep in my bed."
(Sung)
And the of music sings songs in my head

and Raoul:
The angel of music sings in my head.

Raoul:(Spoken)
You sang like an tonight.

Christine:(Spoken)
Father "When I am in heaven, Child, I will send the angel of music to you." Well, father is dead, Raoul. And I have been visited by the angel of music.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Oh, no of it. And now, we go to supper.

Christine:(Spoken; stern)
No, Raoul, the angel of is very strict.

Raoul:(Spoken; playful)
Well I shant you too late. (Laughs)

Christine:(Spoken; stern)
Raoul, No.

Raoul:(Spoken; her)
You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, Lotte.

Christine:(Spoken)
No, Raoul, wait!

(Raoul closes the door and the Phantom locks it. All of the lights in the scene go out and the candles blow out. Christine finishes changing, and sees the candles go out. She runs to the and the Phantom starts singing)

Phantom: (sudden at first)
Insolent boy/this slave of fashion/basking in glory/Ignorant fool/this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

(bewildered)
Angel, I hear, you/Speak, I by my side, guide me/Angel, my soul was weak/forgive me/Enter at last, master.

Flattering child, you shall know me/See why in shadow I at your face in the mirror/I am there inside

Angel of music/guide and guardian/grant to me your of music/hide no longer/come to me, strange angel.

I am your angel of to me, angel of music.
(Christine walks PHANTOM in a trance; mist fills the floor)

Raoul:(Spoken)
Whose is that voice? Who is in there?
(Christine walking)

I am your angel of
(gloved hand [phantom's] comes out of mirror; Christine reaches for it)

Raoul:(Spoken)
Christine! Christine!

Come to me, angel of
(Christine grasps hand)