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 Dame
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 blood in 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 can match
Oh, it's easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
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 going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
But he comes 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 of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Are
Day by day...
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you there tonight
You might have known
How the world may be
In one burst of light!
And what was
wrong
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 doubt you it well
But now is a higher call
Who about your lonely soul
We strive toward a goal
Our lives don't count at all!

Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that 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 brandy on my
And breathe '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 will honor his name.
With the of rebellion, ablaze in their eyes.
From the candles of grief we will 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
will come when we call!