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

[The ABC Cafe, where the students, led by Enjolras, meet to discuss their 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.. stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the we fight is a dangerous 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 will be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call to arms
To them in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some and say what's going on!

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

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

It is for us all
To who we are...
Do we fight for the
To a night at the now?
Have you asked of
What's the you might pay?
Is it a game
For rich young to play?
The colors of the
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 might how it feels
To be struck to the
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been there
You might also have
How the may be changed
In just one of light!
And was right
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 longer a
I do not doubt you it well
But now there is a higher
Who cares about your soul
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

Red - the of angry men!
Black - the 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 funeral day they will his name.
With the light of rebellion, ablaze in eyes.
From the of grief we will kindle our flame!
On the of Lamarque 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 jubilant
will come one and all
They will come we call!