Luyện nghe bài hát Madame Giry's Tale

(The thing is spoken)

(GIRY is hurrying across. RAOUL and calls after her)

Giry, wait. . .

Please, Monsieur - I no more than
else.

not true.

(uneasily)

Please, Monsieur, ask, there have been too many accidents . . .

(ironical)

Accidents?! (She moves off again. He stops her) (desperately) Please, Madame Giry, for all our . . .

GIRY (She has glanced nervously her and suddenly deciding to trust him, cuts in)

Very well. It was ago. There was a traveling
fair in the city. The gypsies. I was very young, studying to be a ballerina. One of many living in the of the opera house.
(There is a flashback of when Madame Giry is very young and at the traveling fair)

(The circus)

(Young Madame Giry's school is taking a fieldtrip to a circus)

Scary woman: See the wonder the East!

Cruel man. Come. Come. Come inside. Come and see The Child.

(They all see Young Erik with a sack his head, chained in a cage of straw. He is making a stuffed monkey playing the cymbals like the one on the musical box)

(All the children except for Young Madame Giry at Young Erik)

Cruel man. (Beats with a stick) You damn demon! (Beats) Villain! (Beats) Ne'er do-well! (Beats) Libertine! (Beats) Dangerous! (Beats) Hideous! (Beats) Monstrous! (Beats) BEAST! (Beats very hard)
(Young groans in pain on the straw. Young Madame Giry looks sadly at Young Erik)
Cruel Man. Behold, Mesdames and messieurs, the Devil's Child! (He takes the sack off Young Erik's head, the hair)

(All the kids except Young Madame Giry at him)

(Erik puts the sack back on. When all the children break free, the cruel man begins to count his money coins)

(Young Erik suddenly breaks free, grabs a rope and the he was chained too and strangles the cruel man)

(Erik grabs his monkey and takes Young Madame Giry's hand and they run out of the traveling circus)

Murder!

Which way?!
Man: way! That way!
He's getting away!

(Young Madame Giry and Young Erik run all the way to a window of the House)

(Young Madame puts Erik in the window)

(The House)
(Narrating the story) I hid him from the world, and its cruelties.
(Young Madame Giry enters another part of the room, Young Erik runs to her and she hides him)

Giry. If you stay in here, you are safe.

Young Erik. Thank you so much, lady.

(It goes to the real times)

GIRY: He has nothing else of life since then except this opera house. I called him Erik. It was his playground and now his artistic domain, he's a genius. He's an architect and designer, he'scomposer and amagician. A genius, Monsieur!

But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.