Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris, the awakes
To the bells of Dame
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman
To the of Notre Dame
To the big as loud as the thunder
To the bells soft as a psalm
And some say the of the city's
The of the bells
The of Notre Dame

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

was the night when our tale was begun
On the docks Notre Dame

Man #1
it up, will you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened gypsies slid under
The docks near Notre

Man #3
Four guilders for safe passage Paris

But a had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and
At a whose clutches
Were as much as the bells

Man #4
Judge Frollo

The bells of Notre

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Judge Claude longed
To the world
Of and sin

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of

You there, are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

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

Teste David cum sibylla (As prophesied by and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est (What trembling is to be)
Quando Judex est venturus (When the 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 the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

Now you would add this child's to your guilt
On the of Notre Dame

My is clear

You can lie to yourself and minions
You can claim that you a qualm
But you never can run
Nor hide what you've done the eyes
The very eyes of Dame

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And for one in his live
Of and control

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Frollo felt a twinge of
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 live you, in your church.

Live here?

Just so he's locked away
no one else can see
The tower, perhaps
And who knows, our works in mysterious ways
this foul creature may
Yet one day to be
Of use to me

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

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