Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
Like the of the tide
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To call them to
To them in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if you've seen a

Some wine and say what's on!

A ghost you say... a maybe
She was like a ghost to me
One there then she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've never heard him and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don
It is than an opera!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a at the opera now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a for rich young boys to play?
The of the world
Are day by day...

Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
- the night that ends at last!

Had you there tonight
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight
Had you there tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one of light
And what was right wrong
And was wrong seems right!

Red!

I feel my on fire!

Black!

My world if not there!

ALL
Red!

The of desire!

ALL
Black!

The of despair!

Marius, you're no a child
I do not you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a goal
Our little don't count at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the that ends at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we the guns we need?

Give me on my grave
And I'll them all to death!

In St. they're with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

Listen!

Twenty rounds for man!

to me!

JEAN
that in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man.
His is the sign we await!

On his day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that reach every ear!
In the of Lamarque we will kindle the flame
They see that the day of salvation is near!
The is near!
Let us welcome it with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no in our hearts
But a shout
will come one and all
They will when we call!