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 of the tide
coming to our side!

The is near...
So near.. it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
the men and the arms that we never 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 call them to
To bring in line!

enters.]

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I have never heard him and `aah'
You of battles to be won
But here he comes Don Ju-an
It's better an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are...
Do we for the right
To a night at the now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it a game
For rich young boys to
The colors of the
Are
Day by day...
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been tonight
You might also have
How the may be changed
In one burst of light!
And what was
Seems
And what was
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 longer a
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call
Who cares about your lonely
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

Red - the blood of 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 time is short.

Listen!

Grantaire, put the down!
Do we have the guns we

to me!

Give me on my breath
And breathe 'em all to death!

everybody!
up!

General
Is dead!

is dead...
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man...
His is the sign 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 shall the barricade rise!
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
But a shout
They will one and all
They will when we call!