Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris, the awakes
To the of Notre Dame
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 say the soul of the city's
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
- don't? -
No, boy.
Up there, high, in the dark bell tower
lives the bell ringer.
Who is this - Who? -
is he? - What? -
How did he to be there - How? -
Hush, and Clopin tell you
It is a tale, a of a man and a monster.

Dark was the when our tale was begun
On the docks near Notre

Man #1
Shup it up, you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened gypsies slid under
The docks near Notre

Man #3
Four guilders for safe passage into

But a trap had laid for the gypsies
And they up in fear and alarm
At a figure clutches
iron as much as the bells

Man #4
Judge Claude

The of Notre Dame

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Judge Claude Frollo
To purge the
Of and sin

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring these vermin to the palace of justice

You there, are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

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

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

Sanctuary, please give us

A A monster!

Stop!

Cried the

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

See the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Dame

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

Now you add this child's blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre

My is clear

You can lie to yourself and your
You can that you haven't a qualm
But you can run from
Nor hide what you've done the eyes
The very eyes of Notre

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And for one time in his
Of power and

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Frollo a twinge of fear
For his immortal

What I do?

Care for the child, and raise it as own

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

Live here?

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

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

and Chorus
Sing the bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
of Notre Dame