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 there's that anyone's giving.
One day, standing about, what 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 righteous past,
They don't the little ones crying...
And the is coming on fast, ready 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...
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 foreman and workers, Fantine, emerge.]

At the end of the day you get for nothing...
Sitting flat on your bum buy any bread.

There are children 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 how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering
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 is always on heat.
If doesn't 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.
on working as long as you're able.
Keep on till you drop,
Or it's back to the on the table.
got to pay your way,
At the end of the day!

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

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

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

Give letter to me,
It is none of business...
a husband 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?
What is 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 back 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 she's hiding in some town.
a man she has to pay!
You can how she picks up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her keep around...
And the wouldn't like it!

Yes true 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,
the matter with that???

At the end of the day be nothing but trouble,
And there's for all when 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 us who'll have to pay,
At the end of the day!

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

She'll be at you,
she's having her men.

She'll be nothing but again and again.

You must the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.