Luyện nghe bài hát At The End Of The Day

Poor
At the end of the day another day older,
And all you can say for the life of the poor.
a struggle, it's a war,
And nothing that anyone's giving.
One day, standing about, what is it for?
One day to be living.
At the end of the day another day colder,
And the shirt on back 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 is waiting to rise.
And the waves on the sand,
Like a that'll break any second...
a hunger in the land,
There's a still to be reckoned...
And there's gonna be 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 children 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 seen how the foreman is today?
With his terrible breath and his hands?
It's because little Fantine won't him his way,
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see 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 it's day over,
With in your pocket to last 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 we here, little innocent sister?
on Fantine, let's have all the news!

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you must 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 swear God,
She has to fear?
She has to hide?

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone these two apart?
What is this fighting all
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 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 how she picks up the extra...
You can bet she's earning her sleeping around...
And the boss like 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,
the matter with that???

At the end of the day be nothing but trouble,
And there's trouble for all there's trouble for one.
we're earning 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 who'll to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might have the bitch could bite,
I have known the cat had claws,
I might have guessed 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 need no in the night...

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

She'll be nothing but trouble and again.

You sack the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.