Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
At the end of the day another 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 another day colder,
And the shirt on your back keep out the chill.
And the righteous past,
They don't the little 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 morning is to rise.
And the waves on the sand,
a storm that'll 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!

foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge.]

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

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

And in a bed!

And we're our blessings!

Have you seen how the foreman is today?
his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
It's because little Fantine give him his way,
Take a 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,
enough in your pocket to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as as you're 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 have we here, little innocent sister?
Come on Fantine, have 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 there here,
Who can swear God,
She has nothing to
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 this 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 sort 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 she's hiding in some little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can guess how she up the extra...
You can bet earning her keep sleeping around...
And the wouldn't like it!

Yes it's there's a child,
And the is my daughter...
And her abandoned us leaving us flat...
Now she with an innkeeper 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 we're our daily bread,
She's the one with her in the butter.
You must send the away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And us who'll have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might known the bitch could bite,
I might have the cat had claws,
I might have guessed your secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who herself so pure and clean,
You'd be the I had no doubt,
Of any hereabout,
You play a in the light...
But need no in the night...

She'll be at you,
While having her men.

She'll be but trouble again and again.

You must sack the today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.