Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

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

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

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

Man #1
Shup it up, you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Dame

Man #3
Four guilders for safe passage into

But a trap had laid for the gypsies
And gazed 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 longed
To purge the
Of and sin

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring gypsy vermin to the palace of justice

You there, are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

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

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

Sanctuary, give us sanctuary

A A monster!

Stop!

Cried the

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

See there the innocent 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 Dame

My is clear

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

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And for one time in his
Of power and

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Frollo felt a twinge of
For his immortal

What I do?

Care for the child, and raise it as own

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

Live here?

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

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

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