Luyện nghe bài hát Red And Black (the Abc Cafe)

[The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, to discuss their revolutionary plans.]

At Notre
The are prepared!

At Rue de Bac
They're at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
the flowing of the tide
Paris to our side!

The is near...
So near.. stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
Oh, it's easy to sit here and 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call to arms
To them in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's on!

A ghost you say... a maybe
She was just a ghost to me
One there, then she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I have never heard him `ooh' and
You of battles to be won
But he comes like Don Ju-an
better than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are...
Do we fight for the
To a night at the now?
Have you asked of
What's the price you pay?
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Are
Day by day...
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you been there
You might know how it
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been tonight
You might have known
How the world may be
In one burst of light!
And was right
Seems
And was wrong
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there...

Red...

The of desire!

Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call
Who cares about lonely soul
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is short.

Listen!

Grantaire, put the down!
Do we have the we need?

to me!

Give me on my breath
And I'll 'em all to death!

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

is dead...
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man...
His death is the we await!
On his day they will honor his name.
With the of rebellion, ablaze in their eyes.
From the candles of we will kindle our flame!
On the tomb of shall the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They will one and all
They will come we call!