Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
At the end of the day another 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 more day, standing about, what is it
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 hurry 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,
a storm that'll break any second...
There's a in the land,
There's a still to be reckoned...
And there's be hell to pay,
At the end of the day!

foreman 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 children at home,
And the have 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 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 Fantine look out,
how she goes,
be out on the street!

At the end of the day another day over,
With enough in pocket to last 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.
You've got to pay way,
At the end of the day!

And what have we here, little sister?
Come on Fantine, have all the news!

grabs the letter from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you send us more money...
Cosette a doctor...
no time to lose!"

Give that to me,
It is of your business...
With a at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is anyone here,
Who can swear God,
She has to fear?
She has to hide?

[They fight over the letter. 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 of this town.

[To the foreman...]

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

[He back into the factory.]

Now say how this 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 guess how she up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her keep around...
And the boss like it!

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

At the end of the day she'll be but trouble,
And trouble for all when there's trouble for one.
While we're our daily 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 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 have guessed little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps herself so and clean,
be the cause I had no doubt,
Of any hereabout,
You a virgin in the light...
But no urgin' in the night...

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

She'll be but trouble again and again.

You must the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.