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 that anyone's giving.
One more day, 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 doesn't keep out the chill.
And the righteous 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 crash on the sand,
Like a storm break any second...
There's a in the land,
There's a reckoning to be reckoned...
And gonna 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 we're our blessings!

Have you seen how the is fuming today?
With his breath and his wandering hands?
It's because little Fantine give 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 another day over,
With in your 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, innocent sister?
on Fantine, let's have all the news!

[She grabs the from Fantine.]

"Dear Fantine you must send us money...
Cosette 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 there here,
Who can swear God,
She has to fear?
She has nothing to

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

(as M. Madeleine)
Will tear these two apart?
What is this 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 sort 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 that she's hiding in little town.
a man she has to pay!
You can guess how she 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 trouble for all when there's trouble for one.
While we're earning our bread,
the one with her hands in the butter.
You send the slut away,
Or all gonna end in the gutter.
And it's us have to pay,
At the end of the day!

I have known the bitch could bite,
I might have the cat had claws,
I have guessed your little secret...
Ah, yes, the Fantine,
Who keeps 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,
While having her men.

She'll be but trouble again and again.

You must the girl today,
the girl today!

Foreman
my girl,
On way.