Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris, the awakes
To the bells of Notre
The fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Dame
To the big bells as as the thunder
To the little soft as a psalm
And some say the soul of the
The of the bells
The bells of Dame

Listen, beautiful, no?
So many colors of sound, so many changing
you know, they don't ring all by themselves
- They -
No, boy.
Up there, high, high in the dark tower
the mysterious bell ringer.
Who is this creature - -
is he? - What? -
How did he to be there - How? -
Hush, and Clopin will you
It is a tale, a of a man and a monster.

Dark was the night when our was begun
On the docks near Dame

Man #1
it up, will you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened slid silently under
The near Notre Dame

Man #3
Four guilders for safe passage Paris

But a had been laid for the gypsies
And they up in fear and alarm
At a figure whose
Were iron as much as the

Man #4
Claude Frollo

The bells of Dame

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Judge Claude Frollo
To the world
Of and sin

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring these gypsy vermin to the of justice

You there, are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt. Take from her

She ran

Dies irae, illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall the world in ashes)

Teste cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est futurus (What is to be)
Quando est venturus (When the Judge is come)

Sanctuary, please give us

A A monster!

Stop!

Cried the

This is an deamon.
I'm sending it to hell, where it belongs.

See there the innocent blood you spilt
On the steps of Notre

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

Now you would add this child's blood to guilt
On the steps of Dame

My is clear

You can lie to and your minions
You can claim that you haven't a
But you can run from
Nor hide what done from the eyes
The eyes of Notre Dame

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And for one in his live
Of power and

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Frollo felt a of fear
For his soul

What I do?

Care for the child, and it as your own

What? I'd be settled with misshapen ...?
Very well. Let him with you, in your church.

Live here?

Just so he's kept away
Where no one can see
The tower, perhaps
And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious
Even this foul may
Yet one day to be
Of use to me

And Frollo gave the a cruel name
A name that half-formed, Quasimodo
Now is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre
Who is the monster and who is the

Clopin and
Sing the bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
Bells of Dame