Luyện nghe bài hát Tevye's Dream

Tevye: They gave each a pledge. Unheard of, absurd.
You each other a pledge?
Unthinkable. Where do you you are?
In Moscow? In Paris? Where do think are? America?
And what do you think doing?
You stitcher, you nothing! Who do think you are? Solomon?
isn't the way it's done, not here, not now.
Some things I not, I cannot, allow.
Tradtion-Marriages must be arranged by the papa. This never changed.
One little time you pull out a prop, and where it stop? Where does it stop?

Where does it
Do I still something to say about my daughter,
or doesn't have to ask the father any more?

I have to ask you for some time,
Reb Tevye, but first I wanted to save up for my own machine.

Stop talking nonsense. You're just a tailor.

That's true, Reb Tevey, but a poor tailor is entitled to some happiness.
I promise you, Reb Tevey, your will not starve.

He's to talk like a man.
But what kind of match would that be, with a tailor?
On the hand, he's an honest, hard worker.
On the hand, he has absolutely nothing. On the other hand,
Things never get worse for him, they coulud only get better.
gave each other a pledge-unheard of, absurd.
They gave each a pledge-unthinkable.
But look at my daughter's face-she him,
She wants look at my daughters eyes, so hopeful.

Tradition!

Well, children, shall we make the wedding?

Thank you, Papa.

Motel: you, Papa.

Tevey: you, Papa! Golde! What do I do about Golde? Help!