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
a struggle, it's a war
And nothing 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 back doesn't out the chill
And the righteous hurry
They don't hear the 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 morning is to rise
the waves crash on the sand
Like a that'll break any second
a hunger in the land
There's a reckoning still to be 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
Sitting on your butt doesn't buy any bread

[WORKER
There are back at home

[WORKERS ONE AND
And the have got to be fed

[WORKER
And lucky to be in a job

And in a bed!

And we're our blessings!

TWO]
Have you seen how the foreman is today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering

THREE]
It's because little Fantine give him his way

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

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

[WOMAN
If doesn't look out
Watch how she
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 long as you're
Keep on grafting till you
Or back to the crumbs off the table
You've got to pay 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 Fantine you must us more money...
Your child a doctor...
There's no 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 to fear?
She has to hide?

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

Will tear these two apart
is this fighting all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now, come on ladies, down
I run a of repute
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 up the extra
You can bet she's earning her
Sleeping
And the boss wouldn't 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 that?

At the end of the day
She'll be but trouble
And trouble for all
When trouble for one!
we're earning our daily bread
She's the one her hands in the butter
You send the slut away
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 have guessed your little secret
Ah yes, the Fantine
Who herself so pure and clean
You'd be the I had no doubt
Of any hereabout
You a virgin in the light
But need no in the night.

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

She'll be nothing but trouble again and

You must sack her

Sack the today!

Right my girl. On way!