Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
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 nothing that giving.
One more day, standing about, is it for?
One day to be living.
At the end of the day you're day colder,
And the shirt on back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They don't the little ones crying...
And the is coming on fast, ready to kill.
One day to dying!
At the end of the day another day dawning,
And the sun in the is waiting to rise.
And the waves on the sand,
Like a storm break any second...
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!

foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge.]

At the end of the day you get for nothing...
Sitting on your bum doesn't buy any bread.

There are back at home,
And the have got to be fed.
And lucky to be in a job.

And in a bed!

And we're our blessings!

Have you seen how the foreman is today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering
It's because little Fantine won't him his way,
a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

And the boss, he knows,
the foreman is always on heat.
If Fantine doesn't out,
how she goes,
be out on the street!

At the end of the day it's day over,
With enough in your pocket to for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as as you're able.
Keep on working you drop,
Or it's back to the on the table.
got to pay your way,
At the end of the day!

And what have we here, little sister?
Come on Fantine, let's all the news!

[She the letter from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you must send us money...
needs a doctor...
There's no to lose!"

Give letter to me,
It is none of business...
a husband at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is anyone here,
Who can swear God,
She has nothing to
She has nothing to

[They fight over the letter. rushes over to
up the squabble.]

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear these two
What is this all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now come on ladies, down,
I run a of repute,
I am the of this town.

[To the foreman...]

I to you to sort this out,
And be as as you can...

[He back into the factory.]

Now say how this began!

At the end of the day the one who began it!
There's a kid that hiding in some little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can guess how she up the extra...
You can bet she's her keep sleeping around...
And the boss like it!

Yes it's there's a child,
And the is my daughter...
And her father us leaving us flat...
Now she lives with an man and his wife,
And I pay for the child,
the matter with that???

At the end of the day she'll be but trouble,
And there's trouble for all when trouble for one.
While earning our daily bread,
She's the one with her in the butter.
You send the slut away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And us who'll have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might known the bitch could bite,
I have known the cat had claws,
I might have guessed 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'll be at you,
While having her men.

She'll be nothing but trouble and again.

You must the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.