Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

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

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

Man #3
Four guilders for safe passage into

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

Man #4
Judge Claude

The of Notre Dame

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 of justice

You there, what are you

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

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

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

Sanctuary, please 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 of Notre Dame

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

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

My is clear

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

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And for one time in his
Of and control

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Frollo felt a twinge of
For his immortal

What I do?

Care for the child, and it as your own

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

Live here?

Just so he's kept locked
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 gave the child a cruel name
A name that half-formed, Quasimodo
Now here is a riddle to if you can
the bells of Notre Dame
Who is the and who is the man?

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