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 anyone's giving.
One more day, about, what is it for?
One day to be living.
At the end of the day another day colder,
And the shirt on your doesn't keep out the chill.
And the righteous past,
They don't hear the little crying...
And the winter is coming on fast, 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 waves on the sand,
Like a storm that'll 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!

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 children 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 terrible breath and his wandering
It's because little Fantine won't him his way,
a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

And the boss, he knows,
the foreman is always 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.
Keep on till you drop,
Or back to the crumbs on the table.
You've got to pay way,
At the end of the day!

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

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

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

Give that to me,
It is none of 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 over the letter. Valjean rushes over to
up the squabble.]

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear these two
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 she's the one who it!
There's a kid that she's hiding in 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 father us leaving us flat...
Now she with an innkeeper man and his wife,
And I pay for the child,
What's the matter with

At the end of the day she'll be but trouble,
And there's trouble for all there's trouble for one.
While we're earning our bread,
She's the one her hands in the butter.
You must the slut away,
Or we're all end in the gutter.
And it's us have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might have known the could bite,
I have known the cat had claws,
I have guessed your 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 no urgin' in the night...

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

She'll be but trouble again and again.

You must the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.