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 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 back doesn't keep out the chill
And the hurry past
They don't hear the little ones
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 morning is to rise
Like the crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll any second
There's a hunger in the
a reckoning still to be reckoned and
There's 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 nothing for
Sitting flat on your butt buy any bread

ONE]
There are children at home

[WORKERS ONE AND
And the children 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 breath and his wandering hands?

[WOMAN
It's little Fantine won't give 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 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 back to the crumbs off the
got to pay your way
At the end of the day!

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

[Reading the

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

Give that to me
It is of your business
With a husband at
And a bit on the side!
Is there here
Who can swear God
She has nothing to
She has to hide?

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

Will tear these two apart
is this fighting all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, settle
I run a business of
I am the of this town

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

[He goes back the factory]

Now someone say how began!

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

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

At the end of the day
She'll be but trouble
And trouble for all
When there's for one!
While we're earning our daily
She's the one with her hands in the
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 known the bitch could bite
I might known the cat had claws
I might have guessed little secret
Ah yes, the Fantine
Who keeps herself so pure and
You'd be the cause I had no
Of any hereabout
You play a in the light
But need no in the night.

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

She'll be but trouble again and again

You sack her today

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!