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

[The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, meet to 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
coming to our side!

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

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say what's on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
But here he comes like Don
It's than an opera!

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

Had you there tonight
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You might also have
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was
Seems
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, no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now is a higher call
Who about your lonely soul
We strive toward a larger
Our little don't count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running short.

Listen!

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

to me!

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

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

is dead...
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man...
His is the sign we await!
On his funeral day they will his name.
With the light of rebellion, in their eyes.
From the candles of grief we will 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
will come when we call!