Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

Dear Andre what a party!

The prologue to a new year!

a night! I'm impressed!

Well, one one's best . . .

(raising their glasses) 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 opera house. The ball begins. Among the

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

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

Masquerade! Every a different shade . . .
Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask you!

Flash of . . .
of puce . . .
Fool and . . .
and goose . . .
Green and . . .
and priest . . .
Trace of . . .
Face of . . .

. . .
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 you've in the light . . .
in the . . .

But who can the face . . .?

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

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

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

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

(The activity 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 splendour fade!

Six months!

a joy!

a change!

What a release!

And a masquerade!

(They clink glasses and move off and

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

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

But why is it secret? What we to hide?

Please, let's not . . .

Christine, free!

Wait till the time is . . .

When will that be? an engagement, not a crime!

Christine, are you afraid of?

Let's not . . .

Let's not . . .

Please . . .

I can only hope . . .

You . . .

. . . understand in . . .

(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 on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!

Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Masquerade! Look around - another mask behind you!

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

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

(At the height of the activity a grotesque figure suddenly appears at the lop of the staircase. Dressed all in crimson, with a death's head 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)