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

[The ABC Cafe, the students, led by Enjolras, meet 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.. 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 that we never can match
Oh, easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To them to arms
To them in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's 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 never heard him `ooh' and
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 at the opera now?
you asked of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it simply a
For rich young to play?
The of the world
Are
Day by day...
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You also have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And was right
Seems
And what was
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 you mean it well
But now there is a call
Who cares about your soul
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!
- the night that ends at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running 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 light of rebellion, ablaze in eyes.
From the candles of grief we kindle our flame!
On the tomb of Lamarque the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They will one and all
They will when we call!