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,
a river on the run
Like the flowing of the
coming to our side!

The is near...
So near.. stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
Oh, it's easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To call them to
To bring in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is in love at last?
I have heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
But here he like Don Ju-an
It's than an opera!

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

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

[mocking...]
Red...

I my soul 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 is a higher call
Who cares your lonely soul
We strive toward a goal
Our little lives count at all!

Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night that 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 on my breath
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 day they will honor his name.
With the light of rebellion, in their eyes.
From the of grief we will kindle our flame!
On the of Lamarque shall the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They come one and all
They come when we call!