Luyện nghe bài hát Prima Donna

Your public you!

We you too!

Would you not rather have
little ingnue?

Andr and
Signora, no.
The wants you.
donna,
first of the stage!
devotees
are on their
to you!

Can you bow out
when shouting
your

Think of how they all you.

and Firmin-
donna,
enchant us again

Think of muse...

And of the
the theatre!

Andr and
Can you deny us the in store?

Andre and
Sing, donna,
more!
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|Christine of an angel...
|

donna,
your song shall again!

|Andr and
of your public!
|

|You a snub,

|but a public
|who you!
|

|She has the voice
|of the of music...
|
|Andr and
who hear your voice
you to an angel!

|Think of cry
|of
|support!
|

|Is her angel of music...?
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|We get our opera...

|She her limelight!
|

|Follow where the
you!
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|Is this
|an or a madman...?
|

or madmadman...?
|
|Andr and
ladies are a trial!
|

donna,
|your song shall die!
|

of hell, or of heaven...?
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|Heaven you,|those who doubt...
|

|You'll again,
|and to
|ovation!
|

|Orders! Warnings!
demands!
|

|This
invite damnation...
|
|Andr and
|Tears... oaths...
|lunatic
regular occurences!
|

|Bliss or

has claimed her...?

|Think how shine
|in final
|encore!
|Sing, donna,
more!
|

|Oh fools,
|to flouted his warnings!
|

|Surely, for her sake...
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|Surely he'll back...
|
and Firmin-
|Surely there'll be scenes -

|worse this!
|

|Think,
|these are rejected!
|

|...I must see these are rejected!
|

|...if his

|and are rejected!
|
|Andr and
|Who'd a diva
to relieve a
|chorus girl, gone
|and slept with the
and the soubrette,
|entwined in duet!
he may demur,
|he must have been her!
|
and Raoul
|Christine be protected!
|

|O, fortunata!
|Non

|abbandonata!
|
|Andr and
never get away
|with all in a play,
if it's loudly sung
|and in a tongue,
just the sort of story
|audiences adore, in fact a
|opera!
|

|His is over!
|

|This is a
|you hope to win!
|

|And in Box
|a new will begin...
|

|For, if his
|is on opera...
|

|But if his

|is on opera...
|
and Firmin-
donna,
|the is at your feet!
|A waits,
how it hates,
|to be cheated!
|

|The stress that falls a
|famous donna!
deseases,
|coughs and and sneezes!
|
|Still, the throat
reach the highest note,
|in of perfect
|opera!
|
and Giry-
|...then I the outcome...
|

|Christine the Pageboy,
plays the Countess...
|

|...should you to...
|

|...when you again...

Light up the
that age-old rapport!
Sing, donna,
more!

Phantom(spoken)-
So, it is war between us! If demands are not met, a disaster

beyond imagination....will occur!

more!