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 Dame
The are prepared!

At Rue de Bac
They're at the leash!

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

The is near...
So near.. it's the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the that we never can match
Oh, it's easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call to arms
To bring in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You as if you've seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's on!

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

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

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

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you been tonight
You also have known
How the may be changed
In just one of light!
And was right
Seems
And what was
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My world if not there...

Red...

The of desire!

Black...

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call
Who cares about your soul
We strive toward a larger
Our little don't count at all!

Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world 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 guns we

to me!

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

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

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