Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once upon a

I wish...

in a kingdom

More anything...

lived a maiden,

More jewels...

a sad lad

I wish...

and a baker

More life...

& BAKER
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
More the moon...

WIFE
I wish...

The King is a Festival. BAKER & WIFE

More life...

I wish...

I to go to the Festival.

More riches...

I wish my cow
give us milk.

And the Ball...

BAKER'S
than anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

WIFE
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I wish give us some
milk or cheese...

I wish...

BAKER'S
I we might have a child.
I wish...
I wish...

You to go to the Festival?

The girl's mother had died,

You Cinderella, you to go to the festival?

What, you, Cinderella, the
The Festival?!

What, you wish to go to the

ALL
The
The King's

And her father had for his new wife

The Festival...

a woman two daughters of her own.

Look at nails!

Look at dress!

People would at you-

CINDERELLA, STEPMOTHER, &
Nevertheless,
I/she still to go to the Festival
And dance the Prince.

All three were of face, but vile and black of heart.
Jack, on the hand, had no father, and his mother-

MOTHER
I wish...

Well, she was not quite

MOTHER
I my son were not a fool.
I wish my was not a mess.
I the cow was full of milk.
I wish the was full of gold-
I a lot of things...

You child!
What are you doing with a cow the house?

A enviroment might just be
what White needs to produce
his milk.

MOTHER
a she!
How many times must I you?
Only shes can milk!

BAKER'S
Why, in, little girl.

RED RIDING HOOD
I wish...

not for me,
It's for my in the woods.
A loaf of bread,
To bring my poor old
in the woods...

Just a of bread, please...

Cinderella's Stepmother had a for her.

I have a pot of lentils into the ashes for you.
If you have picked them out in two hours' time,
you shall go to the ball us.

RED RIDING HOOD
And a sticky bun?...
Or four?...

in the sky,
in the eaves,
I the leaves,
In the fields,
In the and ponds...

LITTLE RED HOOD
And a few of pies... please...

Come, birds,
Down the eaves
And the leaves,
fields,
Out of and ponds...

Now, squeeze, pal...

Ahhh...
Quick, birds,
through the ashes.
and peck, but swiftly,
Sift the ashes,
the pot...

JACK'S
Listen well, son. Milky-White be taken to market.

But, mother, no- he's the best

JACK'S
Was! Was! SHEEEEE'S dry for a week.
no food, no money,
and no choice but to her.

But mother...

JACK'S
at her!
There are on her dugs.
are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her
Big enough to be a

JACK'S
Son,
no time to sit and dither,
While her wither with her-
And no one a cow for a friend!

Sometimes I fear touched.

LITTLE RED HOOD
the woods,
It's to go,
I to leave,
I to, though.
the woods-
time, and so
I begin my journey.

the woods
And the trees
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To Grandmother's

Into the
To Grandmother's

WIFE
You're certain of your

RED RIDING HOOD
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are trees,
The are just wood.
I sort of to ask it,
But do you a basket?

Into the
And the dell,
The is straight,
I it well.
the woods,
And who can
What's waiting on the

Into the
To some bread
To who
Is in bed.
can tell
What ahead.
For all I know,
She's dead.

But the woods,
the woods,
Into the
To Grandmother's
And before dark.

Fly, birds,
to the sky,
Back to the
And the
And the
And

up and do my hair, Cinderella!

Are you really that?

Here, I a little tear, Cinderella.

Can't you hide it a hat?

You beautiful.

I know.

She me.

Put it in a twist.

Who be there?...

Mother be good,
said be nice,
That was their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
good good nice-

Tighter!

What's the of being good
If is blind
And you're left behind?
mind, Cinderella,
Kind
Nice nice kind good nice-

(Florinda Cinderella hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

Because the had lost his Father
and his Mother in a accident...
Well, at that's what he believed,
he was eager to a family of his own, and was concerned
that all efforts now had failed.

Who that be?

BAKER'S
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the from next door!

& BAKER'S WIFE
We no bread.

Of course got no bread!

Then is it you wish?

It's not what I wish! It's you wish!

(points to Wife)
Nothing in there now is there?

The old told the couple she had
placed a spell on house.

What

In the past, when you were no more a babe,
your Father his young wife and you here to this cottage.
were a handsome couple,
but not neighbours!
You see, your was with child,
and she had developed an appetite.
She one look at my beautiful garden,
and your father that what she wanted more than
anything in the was

(rapping)
Greens, greens and but greens:
Parsley, peppers, and celery,
and watercress and
Fiddleferns, lettuce-!

He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite,
'Cause I caught him in the
In my one night!
He was me,
me,
Rooting my rutabaga,
Raiding my and
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should laid a spell on him
there,
Could have him into stone
Or a dog or a chair...

But I let him have the
I'd to spare.
In return, however,
I said, "Fair is
You can let me the baby
your wife will bear.

And call it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

But the witch to tell him anymore of his sister.
Not that her name was Rapunzel.

I though I had been than reasonable.
And that we all might happily there after.
But how was I to know what your
had hidden in his pocket?
You see, I had inheireted that garden,
my mother warned me I would be punished
if I were to ever any of the BEANS!

& WIFE

The beans.

I let him go,
I didn't
stolen my beans!

I was him crawl,
Back the wall-!
bang! Crash!
And the flash!
well, that's another story,
Never
Anyway, at
The big day came,
And I my claim.
"Oh, don't away the baby,"
shrieked and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where she'll be reached.

Your cried,
your died.
And for extra
I it was a pleasure-
I said, "Sorry,
I'm not mollified."

And I little spell on them-
You, too,
That your tree
Would always be a one...

WIFE
No!!

So no more fuss
And no more scenes
And my thrives-
You see my nectarines!
But I'm you the same
I kings and queens:
ever never ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Lead Milky-White to and
the best price you can.
Take no less than pounds.
Are you to me?

Jack Jack,
in a sack,
The house is colder,
is not the time for dreaming.

Chimney
to crack,
The mice are bolder,
The floor's slack,
Your getting older,
Your not back,
And you can't sit here dreaming pretty dreams.

To and wait
day to day
Will keep
The away.

So the woods
The is now.
We to live,
I don't how.
the woods
To the cow,
You begin the journey.
to the woods
and don't
We to face
The marketplace.
Into the to journey's end-

Into the to sell a friend-

JACK'S
Someday you'll a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

Meanwhile, the Witch, for of her own,
explained how the Baker might lift the

You wish to
The reversed?
I'll a certain
first.
Go to the woods and bring me
One: the cow as as milk,
the cape as red as blood,
Three: the hair as as corn,
the slipper as pure as gold.

Bring me
the chime
Of midnight,
In day's time,
And you have,
I guarantee,
A as perfect
As can be.

Go to the wood!

Ladies.
Our waits.

Now may I go to the

The Festival-!
Darling, nails!
Darling, clothes!
are one thing but
Darling, those,
You'd make us the of the Festival
And the Prince!

CINDERELLA'S
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I in father's hunting jacket.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I if they are-

WIFE
The Witch's beans! We'll take them us!

No! You are not to come.

BAKER'S
I you are fearful of the woods at night.

No! The is on my house.
I can lift the spell,
The is on my house.

WIFE
No, no, the is on our house.
We lift the spell.

No. You are not to come and is final.
Now what am I to with?

BAKER'S
You remember?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as as corn,
The as pure as gold-

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as as corn,
The slipper as as gold...

And so the Baker, reluctantly, set off to the
demands.
And as for

I wish to go to the Festival,
But how am I to get to the Festival?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as

I know!
I'll visit grave,
The at the hazel tree,
And tell her I want to
Go to the Festival...

The as pure as gold...
The cow, the cape,
The as pure as gold-

WIFE
The hair-!

CINDERELLA &
the woods,
It's to go,
It may be all
In vain, I know.
Into the
But so,
I to take the journey.

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
the woods,
The is straight,
You it well,
But who can

Into the to lift the spell-

Into the to visit Mother-

BAKER'S
Into the woods to fetch the

To the potion-

To got to the

CINDERELLA, JACK, JACK'S MOTHER, BAKER,
Into the
regret,
The is made,
The is set.
the woods,
But not
why I'm on the journey.
(Little Red hood Joins)
the woods
to get my wish,
I care how,
The is now.

JACK'S
Into the woods to sell the

Into the to get the money-

BAKER'S
Into the to lift the spell-

To the potion-

To go to the

LITTLE RED HOOD
the woods to Grandmother's house...
Into the woods to house...

ALL
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
No no one should.
The woods are trees,
The are just wood.
No to be afraid there-

CINDERELLA &
There's something in the there...

ALL
the woods,
delay,
But no
To the way.
the woods,
Who knows may
Be on the journey?

the woods
To get the
That makes it
The journeying.
into the

STEMOTHER &
To see the

JACK &
To sell the

& WIFE
To make the

ALL
To
To
To
To
To
To
To go to the Festival-!

the woods!
the woods!
the woods,
out of the woods,
And before dark!