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 giving
One day standing 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 doesn't keep out the chill
And the righteous past
don't hear the little ones crying
And the winter is coming on fast, to kill
One day to dying!

At the end of the day there's day dawning
And the sun in the is waiting to rise
Like the waves crash on the
Like a storm that'll break any
a hunger in the land
There's a still to be reckoned and
There's gonna be to pay
At the end of the day!

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

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

[WORKER
There are children at home

ONE AND TWO]
And the children got to be fed

[WORKER
And lucky to be in a job

And in a bed!

And counting our blessings!

[WOMAN
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming
his terrible breath and his wandering hands?

[WOMAN
It's because little won't give him his way

ONE]
Take a at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

[WOMAN
And the boss, he never
That the foreman is in heat

[WOMAN
If Fantine doesn't 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 able
Keep on grafting you drop
Or it's to the crumbs off the table
got to pay your way
At the end of the day!

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

[Reading the

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

Give that to me
It is none of your
a husband at home
And a bit on the side!
Is there here
Who can before God
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

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

Will someone tear these two
What is fighting all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, down
I run a business of
I am the Mayor of town

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

[He goes back the factory]

Now someone say how began!

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

Yes true there's a child
And the is my daughter
And her abandoned 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 trouble for all
there's trouble for one!
While we're earning our bread
She's the one with her in the butter
You must the slut away
Or we're all end in the gutter
And us who'll have to pay
At the end of the day!

I might have the bitch could bite
I might have the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little
Ah yes, the virtuous
Who keeps herself so pure and
You'd be the I had no doubt
Of any trouble
You play a virgin in the
But need no in the night.

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

She'll be nothing but trouble and again

You must her today

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!