Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

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

Listen, beautiful, no?
So many colors of sound, so many moods
Because you know, they don't all by themselves
- They -
No, boy.
Up there, high, high in the dark tower
lives the mysterious ringer.
Who is this creature - -
What is he? - -
How did he come to be there - -
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 near Notre Dame

Man #1
Shup it up, you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened gypsies slid under
The docks Notre Dame

Man #3
Four for safe passage into Paris

But a trap had been for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and
At a figure clutches
Were iron as as the bells

Man #4
Claude Frollo

The of Notre Dame

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

Judge Claude longed
To the world
Of and sin

Kyrie (Lord have 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 saeclum in favilla (Shall the world in ashes)

Teste cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est (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 it back to hell, where it belongs.

See there the innocent blood you have
On the of Notre Dame

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

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

My is clear

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

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And for one in his live
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 this ...?
Very well. Let him live you, in your church.

Live Where?

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

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

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