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, about, what is it for?
One day to be living.
At the end of the day you're day colder,
And the shirt on your back keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
don't hear the little ones crying...
And the winter is coming on fast, 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 that'll break any second...
a hunger in the land,
There's a reckoning to be reckoned...
And there's be hell to pay,
At the end of the day!

[The foreman and workers, Fantine, emerge.]

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

There are back at home,
And the have 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 hands?
because little Fantine won't give him his way,
Take a at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

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

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

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

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you must send us money...
needs 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 nothing to
She has nothing to

[They fight the letter. Valjean 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 sort out,
And be as as you can...

[He goes into the factory.]

Now someone say how began!

At the end of the day she's the one who 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 earning 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 abandoned us us flat...
Now she lives an innkeeper man and his wife,
And I pay for the child,
What's the matter that???

At the end of the day she'll be but trouble,
And there's for all when there's trouble for one.
we're earning our daily bread,
She's the one with her 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 known the bitch could bite,
I might known the cat had claws,
I have guessed 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 but trouble again and again.

You sack the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.