Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

Masquerade!
Paper on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide face,
so the will
find you!

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

Flash of . . .
Splash of . . .
and king . . .
Ghoul and . . .
and black . . .
Queen and . . .
of rouge . . .
Face of . . .

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

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

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

But who can the face . . .?

ALL
Masquerade!
yellows,
spinning . . .
Masquerade!
Take your -
let the
you!

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

Masquerade!
Seething
breathing . . .
Masquerade!
You can
any who
ever you!

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

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

What a

MEG
a crowd!

you glad!

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 year!

To the new chandelier!

And may its
splendour fade!

Six months!

a joy!

MEG
a change!

What a release!

And a masquerade!

of it
(Spoken)
A engagement.
Look, future bride.
think of it.

(Spoken)
But, why a
What have we to

(Spoken)
No, Raoul, please don't let see

(Spoken)
Well let see.
an engagement, not a crime.
(Sung)
Christine, are you afraid of?

Let's not
(Let's not argue)
pretend
(I can hope)
You will understand in
(I'll in time)

ALL
Masquerade!
Paper on parade
Masquerade!
Hide face,
so the
never find you!

Masquerade!
Every face a shade
Masquerade!
around,
there's another
you!

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

Masquerade!
yellows,
Spinning
Masquerade!
Take fill,
let the
you!

(Voices fade and to gasps as the lights dim and the Phantom appears at the top of the stairways )

Why so silent, Messieurs?
Did you think that I had you for good?
Have you missed me, good
I written you an opera.
Here, I the finished score.
Don Triumphant!

Fondest to you all
A few instructions just rehearsal starts
must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the
Our Don must lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of age
And my managers must learn that their place is in an
Not the
As for our star, Miss Daae...

No she'll do her best
It's true, her is good
She knows,
Should she wish to
She has still to learn
If pride will let her to me, her teacher
Her teacher...

Your are still mine,
(spoken)
You to me!
(The Phantom runs to the middle of the stairway and disappears into the floor hidden by fire. Raoul jumps into the hole in the floor sword in hand and the floor closes again)