Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
At the end of the day you're day older,
And all you can say for the life 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 you're day colder,
And the shirt on back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They don't hear the little crying...
And the winter is on fast, ready to kill.
One day to dying!
At the end of the day another day dawning,
And the sun in the morning is to rise.
And the waves on the sand,
Like a storm break any second...
There's a in the land,
There's a still to be reckoned...
And there's gonna be to pay,
At the end of the day!

[The foreman and workers, 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 children got to be fed.
And you're to be in a job.

And in a bed!

And we're our blessings!

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

And the boss, he knows,
the foreman is always 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 pocket to for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on as long as you're able.
on working till 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 you must send us more money...
Cosette a doctor...
no time to lose!"

Give letter to me,
It is none of business...
With a at home,
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 over to
up the squabble.]

(as M. Madeleine)
Will tear these two apart?
What is fighting 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 look to you to this 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!
There's a kid that she's in some little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can guess how she up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her keep around...
And the boss like it!

Yes it's there's a child,
And the is my daughter...
And her abandoned 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 we're earning our bread,
the one with her hands in the butter.
You must send the away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And it's us who'll to pay,
At the end of the day!

I have known the bitch 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 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.