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Alain Boublil & Claude-Michel Schönberg
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Red And Black
Claude-Michel Schönberg, Alain Boublil, Jean-Marc Natel, Herbert Kretzmer, Michael Maguire, Robert Billig & Various Artists
At Notre Dame the sections are prepared At rue de Bac they're straining at the leash Students, workers, everyone There's a river on the run Like the flowing of the tide Paris coming to our side The time is near So near it's stirring the blood in their veins And yet beware Don't let the wine go to your brains For the army we fight is a dangerous foe With the men and the arms that we never can match Oh it's easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies But the national guard will be harder to catch We need a sign to rally the people To call them to arms To bring them in line Marius, you're late What's wrong today? You look as if you've seen a ghost Some wine and say what's going on A ghost you say, a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me One minute there and she was gone I am agog I am aghast Is Marius in love at last? I have never heard him ooh and aah You talk of battles to be won But here he comes like Don Ju-an It's better than an opera It is time for all of us To decide who we are Do we fight for the right To a night at the opera now 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Have you asked of yourselves What's the price you might pay Is it simply a game For rich, young boys to play The colors of the world are changing Day by day Red the blood of angry men Black the dark of ages past Red a world about to dawn Black the night that ends at last Had you been there tonight You might know how it feels To be struck to the bone In a moment of breathless delight Had you been there tonight You might also have known How the world may be changed In just one burst of light And what was right seems wrong And what was wrong seems right Red I feel my soul on fire Black my world if she's not there Red the color of desire Black the color of despair Marius, you're no longer a child I do not doubt you mean it well But now there is a higher call Who cares about your lonely soul We strive toward a larger goal Our little lives don't count at all Red the blood of angry men Black the dark of ages past Red a world about to dawn Black the night that ends at last
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