Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Day

[THE
At the end of the day you're day older
And all you can say for the life of the poor
It's a struggle, a war
And there's that anyone's giving
One more day standing about, is it for?
One day to be living.

At the end of the day another day colder
And the shirt on your doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry
They don't hear the ones crying
And the winter is coming on fast, ready to
One day to dying!

At the end of the day another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting to
Like the crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll any second
a hunger in the land
There's a still to be reckoned and
There's be hell to pay
At the end of the day!

[The foreman and workers, including Fantine, from the factory]

At the end of the day you get nothing for
flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread

[WORKER
There are back at home

ONE AND TWO]
And the have got to be fed

TWO]
And lucky to be in a job

And in a bed!

And counting our blessings!

[WOMAN
Have you seen how the is fuming today?
With his terrible and his wandering hands?

[WOMAN
It's because little Fantine give him his way

[WOMAN
Take a look at his trousers, see where he stands!

[WOMAN
And the boss, he knows
That the foreman is always in

THREE]
If Fantine look out
Watch how she
be out on the street!

At the end of the day it's day over
enough in your pocket to last for a week
Pay the landlord, pay the
Keep on grafting as long as you're
Keep on grafting you drop
Or back to the crumbs off the table
got to pay your way
At the end of the day!

[GIRL (Grabbing a letter Fantine)]
And what we here, little innocent sister?
on Fantine, let's have all the news!

[Reading the

Ooh..."Dear Fantine you send us more money...
Your child a doctor...
no time to lose..."

Give that to me
It is none of business
With a husband at
And a bit on the side!
Is anyone here
Who can swear God
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

[They fight over the letter. Valjean (M. Madeleine) rushes on to up the squabble.]

Will someone these two apart
What is this fighting all
is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, settle
I run a of repute
I am the Mayor of this

[To the
I to you to sort this out
And be as as you can-

[He back into the factory]

Now say how this began!

At the end of the day
She's the one who it!
There's a kid that hiding
In little town
a man she has to pay
You can guess how she up the extra
You can bet earning her keep
Sleeping
And the boss wouldn't it!

Yes true there's a child
And the is my daughter
And her abandoned us
us flat
Now she lives an innkeeper man
And his
And I pay for the
the matter with that?

At the end of the day
She'll be but trouble
And trouble for all
When trouble for one!
While we're earning our daily
She's the one with her in the butter
You must the slut away
Or we're all gonna end in the
And it's us who'll to pay
At the end of the day!

I might known the bitch could bite
I might known the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little
Ah yes, the Fantine
Who herself so pure and clean
You'd be the I had no doubt
Of any hereabout
You play a in the light
But no urgin' in the night.

She's laughing at you
While she's her men

She'll be nothing but trouble and again

You sack her today

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!