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 there's nothing anyone's giving.
One day, standing 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 doesn't out the chill.
And the righteous past,
They don't hear the little 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 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 still to be reckoned...
And there's 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...
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 we're our blessings!

Have you seen how the is fuming today?
With his terrible 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 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,
enough in your pocket to last for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as long as able.
Keep on working you drop,
Or it's to the crumbs on the table.
got to pay your way,
At the end of the day!

And have 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...
no time 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 before God,
She has nothing to
She has to hide?

[They fight over the letter. Valjean rushes 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 goes back the factory.]

Now say how this began!

At the end of the day the one who began it!
a kid that she's hiding in some little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can how she picks up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her sleeping around...
And the boss wouldn't it!

Yes it's true a child,
And the is my daughter...
And her father us leaving us flat...
Now she lives with an man and his wife,
And I pay for the child,
What's the with that???

At the end of the day be nothing but trouble,
And there's trouble for all when there's for one.
While we're earning our bread,
the one with her hands in the butter.
You must send the away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And it's us who'll to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might have known the bitch bite,
I might have the cat had claws,
I might have your little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps 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,
While she's her men.

She'll be nothing but trouble and again.

You sack the girl today,
Sack the today!

[spoken]:
my girl,
On way.