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.
It's a struggle, 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 back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They hear 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 that'll any second...
There's a in the land,
a reckoning 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 on your bum doesn't buy any bread.

There are children 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 how the foreman is fuming today?
his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
It's little Fantine won't give him his way,
a look at his trousers, you'll 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 it's day over,
With enough in your to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as long as able.
Keep on working you drop,
Or back to the crumbs 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!

grabs the letter from Fantine.]

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

Give that to me,
It is none of 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. rushes over to
up the squabble.]

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear 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 Mayor of town.

[To the foreman...]

I look to you to 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 how she picks up the extra...
You can bet she's her keep sleeping around...
And the boss wouldn't it!

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

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

I might have known the could bite,
I have known the cat had claws,
I might have your little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps herself so and clean,
be the cause I had no doubt,
Of any hereabout,
You play a in the light...
But no urgin' 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,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.