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 of the tide
Paris to our side!

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

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going 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 love at
I have heard him `ooh' and `aah'
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 for the right
To a at the opera now?
Have you asked of
What's the price you pay?
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The colors of the
Are
Day by day...
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the that ends 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 just one of light!
And what was
Seems
And what was
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 a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call
Who cares about your lonely
We strive toward a larger
Our little lives count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we all the guns?
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 funeral day they honor his name.
With the of rebellion, ablaze in their eyes.
From the of grief we will kindle our flame!
On the tomb of Lamarque shall the rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They come one and all
They come when we call!