Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

Dear Andre a splendid party!

The to a bright new year!

a night! I'm impressed!

Well, one one's best . . .

(raising glasses) Here's to us!

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

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

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

Masquerade! faces on parade . . .
Masquerade! Hide face, so the world will never find you!

Masquerade! Every face a shade . . .
Masquerade! Look - there's another mask behind you!

of mauve . . .
Splash of . . .
and king . . .
Ghoul and . . .
Green and . . .
Queen and . . .
of rouge . . .
Face of . . .

. . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the . . .
in an inhuman . . .

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

. . .
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the . . .
in the . . .

But who can name the . . .?

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

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

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

Masquerade! Leering satyrs, eyes . . .
Masquerade! Run and hide - but a face will still you!

(The ENSEMBLE activity becomes background, as ANDRE, FIRMIN, MEG, GIRY, PIANGI and CARLOTTA come to the fore, 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 to a prosperous year!

To the new chandelier!

And may its splendour fade!

Six months!

a joy!

a change!

What a release!

And a masquerade!

(They clink and move off RAOUL and

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

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

But why is it secret? have we to hide?

Please, let's not . . .

Christine, free!

Wait till the is right . . .

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

Christine, What are you of?

Let's not . . .

Let's not . . .

Please . . .

I can only I'll . . .

You . . .

. . . understand in . . .

(Dance section, in which CHRISTINE, almost coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man. But too many of her 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 will never find you!

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

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

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

(At the height of the activity a grotesque figure 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)