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 anyone's giving.
One more day, about, what is it for?
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 righteous 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 crash on the sand,
Like a storm that'll any second...
a hunger in the land,
There's a still to be reckoned...
And gonna 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...
flat on your bum doesn't 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 counting our blessings!

Have you seen how the foreman is today?
With his breath and his wandering hands?
It's because 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 doesn't look out,
how she goes,
be out on the street!

At the end of the day another day over,
With enough in pocket to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as long as 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 have we here, little innocent
Come on Fantine, have all the news!

[She the letter from Fantine.]

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

Give that to me,
It is of your business...
a husband at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is there here,
Who can swear God,
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will tear these two apart?
What is this 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 goes back the factory.]

Now someone say how began!

At the end of the day she's the one who it!
There's a kid that she's hiding in some 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 wouldn't it!

Yes true 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,
What's the matter that???

At the end of the day be nothing but trouble,
And there's trouble for all there's trouble for one.
While earning our daily bread,
the one with 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 have known the bitch could bite,
I might have the cat had claws,
I might have guessed your 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 sack the today,
Sack the today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.