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 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 on your back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They don't hear the 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 waves on the sand,
Like a storm that'll any second...
There's a in the land,
a reckoning still to be reckoned...
And gonna 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 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 breath and his wandering hands?
It's because Fantine 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 doesn't 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.
Keep on working as long as able.
Keep on till you drop,
Or it's back to the on the table.
got to pay your way,
At the end of the day!

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

[She the letter from Fantine.]

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

Give that to me,
It is none of business...
a husband at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is anyone here,
Who can swear God,
She has nothing to
She has to hide?

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear these two
is this 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 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 how she picks up the extra...
You can bet earning her keep 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 with an innkeeper man and his wife,
And I pay for the child,
What's the 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,
She's the one with her 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 might have the cat had claws,
I might have guessed little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps so pure and clean,
You'd be the I had no doubt,
Of any hereabout,
You a virgin in the light...
But need no in the night...

She'll be at you,
While having her men.

She'll be nothing but again and again.

You must sack the today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.