Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the flowing of the
Paris to our side!

The is near
So near it's stirring the 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 'em like flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To them to arms
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's wrong
You look as if seen a ghost

Some wine and say going on!

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

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

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

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

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

Red!

I feel my on fire!

Black!

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red!

The of desire!

ALL
Black!

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not doubt you it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a about 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 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 for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double that in St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

On his funeral day they honor his name.
a rallying cry that will reach 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 to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They come one and all
They come when we call!