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 there's nothing that 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 your back doesn't out the chill.
And the righteous past,
They don't hear the ones crying...
And the winter is coming on fast, to kill.
One day to dying!
At the end of the day another day dawning,
And the sun in the is waiting to rise.
And the crash on the sand,
Like a storm that'll 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 and workers, including Fantine, emerge.]

At the end of the day you get for nothing...
Sitting flat on your bum 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 counting our blessings!

Have you seen how the is fuming today?
his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
It's because little Fantine give him his way,
a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

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

At the end of the day it's day over,
With enough in your to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as as you're able.
Keep on till you drop,
Or it's to the crumbs on the table.
You've got to pay 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 send us more money...
needs a doctor...
There's no to lose!"

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

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will tear these two apart?
is this fighting all about?
is a factory, not a circus!
Now come on ladies, down,
I run a of repute,
I am the Mayor of town.

[To the foreman...]

I to you to sort this 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 little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can guess how she up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her sleeping around...
And the wouldn't like it!

Yes true 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 with

At the end of the day be nothing 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 must send the 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 have the cat had claws,
I might have guessed little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who herself so pure and clean,
be the cause I had no doubt,
Of any hereabout,
You play a in the light...
But need no in the night...

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

She'll be nothing but again and again.

You must sack the today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.