Luyện nghe bài hát Notes / Twisted Every Way

Ludicrous!
Have you the score?

ludicrous!

It's the straw!

is lunacy!
Well, you know my

...Utter lunacy!

But we daren't ...

Not

...Look, my friend,
we have ...

"Dear Andre,
Re my
We need another bassoon.
Get a player with -
and third trombone
has to go!
The man not be deafer,
so please one
who in tune!"

"Dear Firmin,
vis a vis my
some must be sacked.
If you could, out which
has a sense of -
wisely, though,
I've managed to a
rather role to those
who act!"

Outrage!

What is it

This whole is
an outrage!

Now the matter?

Have you
the size of my

Signora, ...

an insult!

Not you as well!

Just at this -
an insult!

Please, ...

Signor! Signora!

The things I
to do for my art!

If you can
gibberish "art" !

Ah! Here's our flower!

Ah Daae,
the lady
of the hour!

You
secured the largest
in "Don Juan".

Christine
She doesn't
the voice!

Signora, please!

Then I it
agreeing.

She's this ...

It appears we
no choice.

the one
this!
Daae!

How you!

I'm not a fool!

You woman!
How you!

You I'm blind?

This my fault!
I want any
part in plot!

Miss Daae, ...

But why

What she say?

It's decision
But why

She's out!

You a duty!

I sing it,
or not!

...
...
You don't to ...
they make you ...

Please,
note.
"Fondest
to you all !
A few
just
starts:

Carlotta be
to act ... ,"
... not her normal
of round the stage.
Our Don Juan
lose some -
it's not in
a man of age.
And my
must
that place is in
an office, not the arts.

As for Christine Daae ...
No she'll
do her best -
her voice is
good. She knows, though,
should she wish to
she has much
to learn, if will
let her
to me, her
teacher,
her ...

Your friend ...
"... and ..."

We all been
- and yet the
answer is us
in the ...
could be the
chance to our
clever ...

We're

...Go on.

We play his
game - his
work - but we
the ace ...
For, if Daae
sings, he is
to ...

We certain
the doors are ...

We make
our men are ...

We make
they're ...

The falls.
His reign end!

Madness!

I'm not so ...

Not if it ...

is madness!

The will turn!

Monsieur, me -
is no way of
the tide!

You to ballet!

Then us!

Monsieur, I ...

Instead of us ...

us!

I I could ...

Don't excuses!

Or it be that
you're on his

Monsieur, me,
I no ill ...
But messieurs, be -
we seen him kill ...

We say fall
and he will!

She's the one this!
Christine!
This is a to help,
Christine!

is the truth!
Daae!

is his undoing!

If you
you us all -
this so "angel"
has to fall!

of music,
fear my -
Here is you fall!

my warning!
his fury!

What can
she hope to
It's to all
the insane!

Christine
get our man ...

She is crazy!
She is raving!

If helps
us in plan ...

Say prayers,
black of death!

Please

...If won't,
no-one can ...

Monsieur, I beg you,
do not do ...

Dio!
Che

This will his fate!

If you stop,
go mad!
Raoul, I'm -
don't me do this ...
Raoul, it me -
put me through this
ordeal by ...
take me, I know ...
we'll be for ever ...
he let me go ...
What I once to dream
I now ...
if he me, it won't
end ...
and always be there,
singing songs in my ...
always be there,
singing in my head ...

mad ...

You yourself
he was
but a man ...
Yet he lives,
he will us
till dead ...

Twisted way,
answer can I give?
Am I to my life,
to win the to live?
Can I the man
who once inspired my
Do I become his
Do I any choice?
He without a thought,
he murders all good . . .
I know I refuse
and yet, I wish I . . .
Oh God - if I agree,
what wait for me
in this, the opera . . .?

Christine, Christine,
don't think I don't care -
but every
and every
on you now . . .

So, it is to be war us! But this time, clever
friend, the disaster be yours!

:
Hide our now wounded knight!
Your vainglorious
brought you to your fight
for your pride, high you've paid!

Silken and hay-filled barn
both been his battlefield.

Those who tangle Don Juan . . .

No, no, no! Please.
Don Juan, Signor Piangi - here is the phrase. "Those who tangle Don Juan . . ."
If you

Those who tangle Don Juan . . .

No, no. - but no.
"Those who tan, tan, tan . . ."

Those who with Don Juan . . .

His way is better. At he make it sound like
music!

Signora - would you that way in the
of the composer?

The composer is not here. And if he here, I
. . .

Are you certain of that, . . .?

So, again - after seven.
Five, six, . . .

Those who tangle Don Juan . . .
:
Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter notes
we

patience, Signora.

No-one will know if it is or if it is wrong.

Those who
Don Juan!

who tan . . . tan . . .
Is

Not quite,
who tan . . . tan . . .

Ladies . . . Signor Piangi . . . if you . . .

ALL CHRISTINE:
Poor maiden! For the thrill
on your of stolen sweets
you will to pay the bill -
tangled in the sheets!

In
he to me,
in
he . . .
that
calls to me
and
my . . .

Lotte
thought of and nothing . . .
Her Father her
that he would her the Angel of Music . . .
Her father her . . .
Her father her