Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
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 nothing that anyone's giving.
One more day, standing about, what is it
One day to be living.
At the end of the day another day colder,
And the on your back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They don't hear the ones crying...
And the winter is on fast, ready 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.
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 be hell to pay,
At the end of the day!

[The and workers, including Fantine, emerge.]

At the end of the day you get for nothing...
Sitting flat on your bum buy any bread.

There are back at home,
And the children got to be fed.
And you're to be in a job.

And in a bed!

And we're our blessings!

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

And the boss, he knows,
That the foreman is on heat.
If Fantine look out,
how she goes,
be out on the street!

At the end of the day another day over,
enough in your pocket to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on as long as you're able.
Keep on working you drop,
Or back to the crumbs on the table.
You've got to pay way,
At the end of the day!

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

[She the letter from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you must us more money...
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 swear God,
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

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

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

[To the foreman...]

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

[He goes back the factory.]

Now say how this began!

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

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

At the end of the day be nothing but trouble,
And there's trouble for all when there's for one.
we're earning our daily bread,
She's the one her hands in the butter.
You must the slut away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And it's us have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I have known the bitch could bite,
I might have the cat had claws,
I might have your little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps so pure and clean,
be the cause 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 she's her men.

She'll be nothing but trouble and again.

You must sack the today,
Sack the today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.