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 Dame
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
Paris to our side!

The is near...
So near.. it's the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the wine go to 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 'em like flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We a sign
To rally the
To call them to
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 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 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
Have you of yourselves
What's the you might pay?
Is it simply a
For rich boys to play?
The colors of the
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 tonight
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a of breathless delight!
Had you been tonight
You also have known
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And was right
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, you're no a child
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call
Who cares about your lonely
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

Red - the of angry men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we all the guns?
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 will honor his name.
With the light of rebellion, in their eyes.
the candles of grief we will kindle our flame!
On the tomb of Lamarque shall the rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our
But a shout
will come one and all
They will come we call!