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 that giving.
One more day, standing about, what is it
One day to be living.
At the end of the day you're day colder,
And the on your back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They don't hear the little crying...
And the is coming on fast, ready to kill.
One day to dying!
At the end of the day another day dawning,
And the sun in the morning is to rise.
And the crash on the sand,
Like a storm 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 foreman and workers, Fantine, emerge.]

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

There are children at home,
And the have 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 little won't 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 another day over,
With 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.
You've got to pay way,
At the end of the day!

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

[She the letter from Fantine.]

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

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

[They over the letter. Valjean rushes 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 Mayor of town.

[To the foreman...]

I to you to sort this out,
And be as as you can...

[He goes into the factory.]

Now say how this began!

At the end of the day she's the one who it!
There's a kid that she's in some little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can how she picks 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 an innkeeper 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 trouble for all when there's trouble for one.
While earning our daily bread,
She's the one her hands in the butter.
You must the slut 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 might have the cat had claws,
I might have your little 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 no urgin' in the night...

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

She'll be nothing but again and again.

You must the girl today,
Sack the today!

[spoken]:
my girl,
On way.