Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Day

[THE
At the end of the day you're day older
And that's all you can say for the of the poor
a struggle, it's a war
And there's nothing that anyone's
One more day about, what is it for?
One day to be living.

At the end of the day you're another day
And the shirt on your back keep out the chill
And the righteous hurry
They don't the little ones crying
And the winter is on fast, ready to kill
One day to dying!

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

[The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the

At the end of the day you get for nothing
Sitting flat on your butt buy any bread

ONE]
There are children at home

[WORKERS ONE AND
And the have got to be fed

TWO]
And you're 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 breath and his hands?

THREE]
It's because little won't give him his way

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

FOUR]
And the boss, he never
That the foreman is in heat

[WOMAN
If Fantine doesn't out
how she goes
be out on the street!

At the end of the day it's another day
With enough in your to last for a week
Pay the landlord, pay the
Keep on grafting as as you're able
on grafting till you drop
Or it's to the crumbs off the table
You've got to pay way
At the end of the day!

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

[Reading the

Ooh..."Dear Fantine you send us more money...
child needs a doctor...
There's no to lose..."

Give letter to me
It is of your business
a husband at home
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 all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, settle
I run a business of
I am the Mayor of town

[To the
I look to you to this out
And be as patient as you

[He goes back into the

Now say how this began!

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

Yes it's true a child
And the is my daughter
And her father us
Leaving us
Now she lives an innkeeper man
And his
And I pay for the
What's the with that?

At the end of the day
She'll be but trouble
And there's for all
When trouble for one!
While we're our daily bread
the one with her hands in the butter
You must send the slut
Or we're all end in the gutter
And it's us have to pay
At the end of the day!

I might have known the bitch bite
I might have known the cat had
I might guessed your little secret
Ah yes, the virtuous
Who keeps herself so and clean
You'd be the I had no doubt
Of any trouble
You a virgin in the light
But no urgin' in the night.

She's laughing at you
While having her men

She'll be nothing but trouble and again

You must her today

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!