Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

Dear what a splendid party!

The prologue to a new year!

a night! I'm impressed!

Well, one does best . . .

(raising glasses) Here's to us!

I must say, all the same, that it's a that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!

(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the house. The opera ball begins. Among the

are four carrying strange percussion instruments: a monkey cymbals, a toy soldier with a drum, a triangle, bells. Together they play weirdly throughout)

Masquerade! Paper on parade . . .
Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world never find you!

Masquerade! Every face a different . . .
Masquerade! Look around - there's mask behind you!

of mauve . . .
Splash of . . .
and king . . .
Ghoul and . . .
Green and . . .
and priest . . .
Trace of . . .
of beast . . .

. . .
Take your turn, take a on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman . . .

Eye of . . .
of blue . . .
True is . . .
Who is who . . .? of lip . . .
Swirl of . . .
Ace of . . .
Face of . . .

. . .
Drink it in, drink it up, till drowned in the light . . .
in the . . .

But who can name the . . .?

Masquerade! yellows, spinning reds . . .
Masquerade! your fill - let the spectacle astound you!

Masquerade! Burning glances, turning . . .
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of around you!

Masquerade! Seething breathing lies . . .
Masquerade! You can fool any who ever knew you!

Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering . . .
Masquerade! Run and hide - but a face still pursue you!

(The ENSEMBLE becomes background, as ANDRE, FIRMIN, MEG, GIRY, PIANGI and CARLOTTA come to the fore, glasses in hand)

What a

a crowd!

you glad!

Makes you proud! All the de la creme!

Watching us them!

And all our are in the past!

Six months...

Of relief!

Of delight!

Of peace!

And we can at last!

No notes!

No ghost!

a health!

Here's a toast: to a year!

To the new chandelier!

And may its never fade!

Six months!

a joy!

a change!

What a release!

And a masquerade!

(They clink glasses and off RAOUL and

emerge. She is admiring a new acquisition: an engagement ring from RAOUL, which she has attached to a chain around her neck.)

Think of it! A secret engagement! Look - future bride! Just think of it!

But why is it secret? What have we to

Please, not fight . . .

Christine, free!

Wait till the is right . . .

When will be? It's an engagement, not a crime!

Christine, What are you of?

Let's not . . .

Let's not . . .

Please . . .

I can only hope . . .

You . . .

. . . in time . . .

(Dance section, in which CHRISTINE, almost almost jittery, goes from man to man. But too many of her partners seem to be replicas of the PHANTOM, and each spins her with increasing force. Eventually RAOUL rescues her and holds her tightly. He whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads towards its climax.)

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will find you!

Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Masquerade! Look around - There's another behind you!

Masquerade! glances, turning heads . . .
Masquerade! and stare at the sea of smiles around you!

Masquerade! yellows, spinning reds . . .
Masquerade! Take fill - let the spectacle astound you!

(At the height of the a grotesque figure suddenly appears at the lop of the staircase. Dressed all in crimson, with a death's head visible inside the hood of his robe, the PHANTOM has come to the party. With dreadful wooden steps he descends the stairs and takes the centre of the stage)