Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
the flowing 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 we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To them to arms
To them in line!

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if you've a ghost

Some wine and say what's on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he like Don Juan
It is than an opera!

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

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

Had you been tonight
You know how it feels
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight
Had you there tonight
You might have known
How the world may be
In just one burst of
And what was right wrong
And what was wrong right!

Red!

I my soul on fire!

Black!

My if she's 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 towards a larger goal
Our lives don't count at all!

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

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

Give me on my grave
And breathe them all to death!

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

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
that in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

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