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 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 shirt on your back doesn't out the chill.
And the hurry past,
don't 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 waves on the sand,
Like a that'll break any second...
a hunger in the land,
There's a reckoning to be reckoned...
And there's be hell 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 your bum buy any bread.

There are children at home,
And the children 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 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 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.
Keep on working as long as 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 have we here, little innocent sister?
on Fantine, let's have all the news!

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

"Dear you must 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 nothing to
She has to hide?

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will someone tear these two
What is 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 look to you to 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 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 keep around...
And the boss wouldn't it!

Yes it's true 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 matter that???

At the end of the day she'll be but trouble,
And there's for all when there's trouble for one.
we're earning our daily 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 who'll to pay,
At the end of the day!

I have known the bitch could bite,
I have known the cat had claws,
I have guessed your little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who herself so pure and clean,
be the cause 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 but trouble again and again.

You sack the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.