Luyện nghe bài hát Prima Donna

Your public you!

We you too!

Would you not have your
precious little

and Firmin-
Signora, no.
The world 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 once

Think of muse...

And of the
the theatre!

Andr and
Can you deny us the triumph in

and Firmin-
Sing, donna,
more!
|

|Christine of an angel...
|

donna,
your song live again!

and Firmin-
|Think of public!
|

|You a snub,

|but there's a
needs you!
|

|She has the voice
|of the of music...
|
and Firmin-
|Those who your voice
you to an angel!

|Think of cry
|of
|support!
|

|Is her angel of music...?
|

|We get our opera...

|She her limelight!
|

|Follow the limelight
you!
|

|Is ghost
|an or a madman...?
|

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

donna,
|your song shall die!
|

of hell, or of heaven...?
|

|Heaven you,|those who doubt...
|

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

|Orders! Warnings!
demands!
|

|This
invite damnation...
|
|Andr and
|Tears... oaths...
demands
|are occurences!
|

|Bliss or

has claimed her...?

|Think how you'll
|in that
|encore!
|Sing, donna,
more!
|

|Oh fools,
|to have his warnings!
|

|Surely, for her sake...
|

|Surely he'll back...
|
and Firmin-
|Surely there'll be further -

than this!
|

|Think,
demands are rejected!
|

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

|...if his

demands are rejected!
|
|Andr and
|Who'd believe a
to relieve a
|chorus girl, gone
|and with the patron?
and the soubrette,
|entwined in duet!
he may demur,
|he must been with her!
|
|Meg and
|Christine be protected!
|

|O, fortunata!
|Non

|abbandonata!
|
|Andr and
|You'd get away
|with all in a play,
|but if loudly sung
in a foreign tongue,
|it's just the sort of
|audiences adore, in fact a
|opera!
|

|His is over!
|

|This is a
cannot hope to win!
|

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

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

|But if his

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

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

|Christine the Pageboy,
|Carlotta the Countess...
|

|...should you to...
|

|...when you again...

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

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

your imagination....will occur!

more!