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

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

At Notre
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...
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms we never can match
Oh, it's easy to sit and swat 'em like flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call them to
To bring 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 like a ghost to me
One there, then she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I have never 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
the price you might pay?
Is it a game
For rich young boys to
The of the world
Are
Day by day...
Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world 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 might have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And was right
wrong
And was wrong
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My world if not there...

Red...

The of desire!

Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a higher
Who cares about your soul
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

Listen!

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

to me!

Give me brandy on my
And breathe '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 funeral day will honor his name.
With the light of rebellion, ablaze in eyes.
From the candles of grief we kindle our flame!
On the tomb of Lamarque the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with and cheer
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They come one and all
They will come we call!