Luyện nghe bài hát Little Lotte/the Mirror

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

Christine:(Spoken)
Raoul.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of or frocks?

Christine:(Spoken)
Picnics in the attic.

Raoul:(Spoken)
Or of chocolates.

Christine:(Spoken)
father playing the

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

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

Christine and
The angel of sings songs in my head.

Raoul:(Spoken)
You sang like an tonight.

Christine:(Spoken)
Father said "When I am in heaven, Child, I will 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 of music is very strict.

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

Christine:(Spoken; stern)
Raoul, No.

Raoul:(Spoken; her)
You must change. I'll my carriage. Two minutes, Little 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 go out. She runs to the door and the Phantom starts singing)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Raoul:(Spoken)
Christine! Christine!

Come to me, angel of
(Christine grasps hand)