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
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and 'em like 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 seen a ghost

Some and say what's going on!

A ghost you say... a ghost
She was like a ghost to me
One minute there 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 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 now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you might
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 dark of past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Had you been there
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight
Had you there tonight
You might also known
How the world may be
In just one of light
And what was right seems
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 a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now is a higher call.
Who about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger
Our little don't count at all!

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

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

Give me on my grave
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 is the hour of fate.
The man.
His death is the we await!

On his funeral day they will his name.
It's a cry that will reach every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the
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 no doubt in our hearts
But a shout
They will one and all
They come when we call!