Luyện nghe bài hát ABC Café/Red and Black

Enjolras! At Dame the sections are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

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

The time is
So near it's the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we fight is a foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call them to
To bring in line!

Marius, late.

What's today?
You look as if seen a ghost

Some wine and say what's 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 him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And he comes like Don Juan
It is better an opera!

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

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

Had you been there
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight
Had you been tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In one burst of light
And what was seems wrong
And was wrong seems 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 cares about lonely soul?
We strive a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

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

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

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

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

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

Listen!

Twenty rounds for man!

to me!

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