Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look
You're until you die

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, look
there's twenty to go.

2ND
done no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, look
Sweet Jesus doesn't

3RD
I she'll wait
I know that be true

Look down, down
all forgotten you

4TH
When I get
You see me
for dust

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

Look down, down
You'll be a slave
Look down, down
You're in your grave.

Now bring me prisoner
Your is up
And your parole's
You know what means.

Yes, it I'm free.

NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief.

I stole a of bread.

You a house.

I broke a pane.
My sister's child was to death
And we starving.

You will again
you learn the meaning of the law.

I know the of those 19 years
A of the law.

Five years for you did
The rest because you to run
Yes, 24601.

My is Jean Valjean!

And I'm Javert!
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
always be a slave
Look down, down
You're in your grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
For what done.
They are the every one.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world,
do for me!

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect bits and pieces there
And be on way.

You have me half
What the men get
handful of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
there for people to see
Why should you get the
As men like me?

Now every door is to me
Another jail. Another key. Chain.
For when I come to any
They check my
And find the mark of Cain.
In eyes
I see their
"We do not you here."

WIFE
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we is to be fair.

I will pay in
I sleep in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some of dog.

You my house!
Or the weight of my rod.
law-abiding people here
be to God.

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of in my hand
It me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!
Like a
I the street,
The beneath their feet...

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
our lives are vey humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine to revive you.
is bread to make you strong.
There's a bed to 'til morning.
Rest from pain, and rest wrong.

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
silver in my hand
Costs twice I had earned
In all those years-
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
He'd done his bit of
I played the greatful
And thanked him I should.
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver,
my flight!

1
Tell his reverence story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You were lodging here night.

2
You the honest Bishop's guest.
And than out of goodness.
When he learned about plight

1
You mantain he a present of this

is right.
But my you left so early,
something slipped your mind.
You forgot I these also.
you leave the best behind?
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I you for your duty
And God's blessing go you.

(to VALJEAN) But remember this, my
See in this some plan.
You must use precious silver
To an honest man.
By the of the martyrs
By the Passion and the
God has raised you out of
I have your soul for God!