Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris, the awakes
To the of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman
To the bells of Notre
To the big bells as loud as the
To the little bells soft as a
And some say the soul of the
The toll of the
The bells of Notre

Listen, beautiful, no?
So many of sound, so many changing moods
Because you know, they don't all by themselves
- don't? -
No, boy.
Up there, high, high in the bell tower
lives the mysterious ringer.
Who is this - Who? -
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 tale was
On the near Notre Dame

Man #1
it up, will you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Dame

Man #3
Four guilders for passage into Paris

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

Man #4
Claude Frollo

The bells of Notre

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Judge Frollo longed
To purge the
Of and sin

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of

You there, what are you

Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them her

She ran

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

Teste cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est (What trembling is to be)
Judex 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 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 would add this child's blood to your
On the of Notre Dame

My conscience is

You can lie to yourself and minions
You can claim that you a qualm
But you can run from
Nor hide you've done from the eyes
The very of Notre Dame

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And for one time in his
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 live you, in your church.

Live here?

Just so kept locked away
no one else can see
The bell tower,
And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious
Even 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 is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the of Notre Dame
Who is the monster and who is the

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