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.
a struggle, it's 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 another day colder,
And the shirt on your back doesn't out the chill.
And the hurry past,
They hear the little ones 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 crash on the sand,
Like a storm break any second...
There's a in the land,
There's a reckoning 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 back at home,
And the have got to be fed.
And you're 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 little Fantine won't 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 doesn't out,
how she goes,
be out on the street!

At the end of the day another day over,
With enough in your 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 have we here, innocent sister?
on Fantine, let's have all the news!

[She grabs the letter Fantine.]

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

Give letter to me,
It is of your business...
a husband at home,
And a bit on the side.
Is anyone here,
Who can swear God,
She has nothing to
She has nothing to

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear these two
What is this fighting all
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 look to you to sort out,
And be as as you can...

[He back into the factory.]

Now someone say how began!

At the end of the day she's the one who 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 wouldn't it!

Yes it's there's a child,
And the is my daughter...
And her abandoned us leaving us flat...
Now she with an innkeeper 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 there's 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 the slut away,
Or we're all end in the gutter.
And us who'll have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I might have the bitch could bite,
I might known the cat had claws,
I have guessed your 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.