Luyện nghe bài hát At the End of the Day

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

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

At the end of the day another day dawning
And the sun in the is waiting to rise
Like the waves on the sand
Like a storm that'll any second
a hunger 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, Fantine, emerge from the factory]

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

ONE]
There are back at home

[WORKERS ONE AND
And the have got to be fed

[WORKER
And you're 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 Fantine won't him his way

[WOMAN
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see he stands!

FOUR]
And the boss, he knows
That the foreman is always in

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

At the end of the day it's day over
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 back to the crumbs off the
got to pay your way
At the end of the day!

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

[Reading the

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

Give that to me
It is of your business
With a at home
And a bit on the side!
Is anyone here
Who can before God
She has nothing to
She has nothing to

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

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

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

[He goes into the factory]

Now someone say how began!

At the end of the day
She's the one who it!
There's a kid she's hiding
In some little
a man she has to pay
You can guess how she picks up the
You can bet earning her keep
around
And the boss like it!

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

At the end of the day
She'll be nothing but
And trouble for all
When there's for one!
While we're earning our daily
She's the one 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 could bite
I might have the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little
Ah yes, the Fantine
Who herself so pure and clean
be the cause I had no doubt
Of any trouble
You a virgin in the light
But need no in the night.

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

She'll be nothing but again and again

You must her today

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!