Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

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

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

Man #1
Shup it up, you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened gypsies slid silently
The near Notre Dame

Man #3
Four guilders for passage into Paris

But a trap had laid 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 bells of Dame

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Judge Claude longed
To the world
Of and sin

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of

You there, what are you

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

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

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

Sanctuary, give us sanctuary

A A monster!

Stop!

Cried the

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

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

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

Now you would add this child's blood to guilt
On the of Notre Dame

My is clear

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

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And for one in his live
Of and control

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Frollo felt a of fear
For his immortal

What I do?

Care for the child, and raise it as own

What? I'd be settled with this ...?
well. Let him live with 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 ways
this foul creature may
Yet one day to be
Of use to me

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

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