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,
There's a on the run
Like the of the tide
coming to our side!

The is near...
So near.. it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet beware...
let the wine 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 to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To them to arms
To bring in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say what's 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 never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
But here he comes 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 opera
you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The colors of the
Are
Day by day...
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was
wrong
And was wrong
right...

[mocking...]
Red...

I my soul 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 mean it
But now there is a higher
Who cares about lonely soul
We strive toward a goal
Our lives don't count at all!

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

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running 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 it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
But a jubilant
They will one and all
They will come we call!