Luyện nghe bài hát The Bells of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris, the awakes
To the of Notre Dame
The fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the of Notre Dame
To the big bells as as the thunder
To the little bells as a psalm
And some say the soul of the
The of the bells
The bells of Dame

Listen, beautiful, no?
So many colors of sound, so many moods
Because you know, they don't all by themselves
- don't? -
No, boy.
Up there, high, high in the dark tower
the mysterious bell ringer.
Who is this - Who? -
is he? - What? -
How did he to be there - How? -
Hush, and Clopin will you
It is a tale, a of a man and a monster.

Dark was the when our tale was begun
On the docks near Dame

Man #1
it up, will you!

Man #2
be spotted!

Hush, one.

Four frightened slid silently under
The near Notre Dame

Man #3
Four guilders for safe into Paris

But a trap had been for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and
At a figure clutches
Were iron as as the bells

Man #4
Judge Frollo

The bells of Notre

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Judge Frollo longed
To the world
Of and sin

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

And he saw

Except

Bring gypsy vermin to the palace of justice

You there, what are you

Stolen goods, no doubt. them from her

She ran

Dies irae, illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the in ashes)

Teste David cum sibylla (As by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est futurus (What is to be)
Quando est venturus (When the Judge is come)

Sanctuary, please give us

A A monster!

Stop!

Cried the

This is an deamon.
I'm it back to hell, where it belongs.

See there the innocent blood you have
On the steps of Notre

I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

Now you would add this blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre

My conscience is

You can lie to yourself and your
You can that you haven't a qualm
But you never can run
Nor hide you've done from the eyes
The very of Notre Dame

Kyrie (Lord have mercy)

And for one in his live
Of and control

Kyrie Eleison (Lord mercy)

Frollo a twinge of fear
For his immortal

What I do?

Care for the child, and raise it as own

What? I'd be settled this misshapen ...?
Very well. Let him with you, in your church.

Live here?

Just so he's kept away
Where no one can see
The bell tower,
And who knows, our Lord works in ways
Even this foul may
Yet one day to be
Of use to me

And Frollo the child a cruel name
A name means half-formed, Quasimodo
Now is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre
Who is the monster and who is the

and Chorus
Sing the bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells,
Bells of Notre