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.
a struggle, it's 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,
don't hear the little ones 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 is waiting to rise.
And the crash on the sand,
Like a storm that'll any second...
a hunger in the land,
There's a reckoning to be reckoned...
And gonna 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 bum doesn't buy any bread.

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

And in a bed!

And counting our blessings!

Have you how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible and his wandering hands?
It's because little won't give him his way,
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see he stands!

And the boss, he knows,
That the foreman is 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 pocket to for a week,
Pay the landlord, pay the shop.
Keep on working as long as able.
on working till you drop,
Or it's to the crumbs on the table.
got to pay your way,
At the end of the day!

And what have we here, innocent sister?
Come on Fantine, 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 none of business...
a husband at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is anyone here,
Who can before God,
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will tear these 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 of this town.

[To the foreman...]

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

[He goes into the factory.]

Now someone say how began!

At the end of the day the one who began it!
There's a kid 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 keep around...
And the boss like it!

Yes it's true 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 there's trouble for all when trouble for one.
While we're our daily bread,
She's the one her hands in the butter.
You must the slut away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And us who'll have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I have known the bitch could bite,
I might known the cat had claws,
I might have guessed little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps herself so 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,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.