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...

CINDERELLA &
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
than the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The King is giving a Festival. BAKER &

More life...

I wish...

I to go to the Festival.

More riches...

I my cow would
give us milk.

And the Ball...

BAKER'S
More anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

WIFE
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I you'd give us some
milk or cheese...

I wish...

BAKER'S
I wish we 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 Festival?

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 beautiful 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 my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was of milk.
I wish the house was of gold-
I a lot of things...

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

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

MOTHER
a she!
How many must I tell you?
shes can give 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 old hungry
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 go to the ball with us.

RED RIDING HOOD
And perhaps a 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,
Flick the ashes.
and peck, but swiftly,
Sift the ashes,
the pot...

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

But, mother, no- he's the cow-

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

But mother...

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

MOTHER
Son,
We've no to sit and dither,
While her wither's with her-
And no one a cow for a friend!

I fear you're touched.

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

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

the woods
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
certain of your way?

LITTLE RED HOOD
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
Nor no one should.
The are just trees,
The are just wood.
I of hate 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 on the journey?

Into the
To bring bread
To who
Is in bed.
Never can
lies ahead.
For all I know,
already 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,
Father be nice,
That was their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good good

Tighter!

What's the good of good
If everyone is
And you're always left
mind, Cinderella,
Kind
Nice good nice good nice-

(Florinda Cinderella hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who that be?

WIFE
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the witch from door!

& BAKER'S WIFE
We no bread.

Of you've got no bread!

Then what is it you

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

(points to Wife)
cooking in there now is there?

The old enchantress told the she had
placed a on their house.

What

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

(rapping)
Greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, and celery,
Asparagus and and
Fiddleferns, lettuce-!

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

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

And we'll it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

But the refused to tell him anymore of his sister.
Not even her name was Rapunzel.

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

BAKER &

The beans.

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

I was him crawl,
over 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,"
They and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
she'll never be reached.

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

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

BAKER'S
No!!

So no more fuss
And there's no scenes
And my garden
You see my nectarines!
But I'm you the same
I tell and queens:
Don't never ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

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

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

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

To wish and
day to day
Will keep
The away.

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

Into the to sell a friend-

MOTHER
Someday you'll a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You wish to
The curse
need a certain
first.
Go to the and bring me back
One: the cow as as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
Three: the as yellow as corn,
the slipper as pure as gold.

Bring me
Before the
Of midnight,
In three time,
And you have,
I guarantee,
A child as
As can be.

Go to the wood!

Ladies.
Our waits.

Now may I go to the

The Festival-!
Darling, nails!
Darling, clothes!
Lentils are one but
Darling, those,
make us the fools 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.

WIFE
Six beans.

I if they are-

BAKER'S
The Witch's beans! We'll them with us!

No! You are not to come.

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

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

BAKER'S
No, no, the is on our house.
We must the spell.

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

WIFE
You don't

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 as yellow as corn,
The slipper as as gold...

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

I still to go to the Festival,
But how am I ever to get to the

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The as yellow as corn-

I know!
I'll Mother's grave,
The grave at the tree,
And her I just want to
Go to the Festival...

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

BAKER'S
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, & WIFE
the woods,
The is straight,
You it well,
But who can

Into the woods to lift the

Into the woods to Mother-

WIFE
Into the woods to the things-

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 Riding Joins)
Into the
to get my wish,
I care how,
The is now.

MOTHER
Into the to sell the cow-

Into the woods to get the

BAKER'S
the woods to lift the spell-

To make the

To go to the

RED RIDING HOOD
Into the to Grandmother's house...
Into the to Grandmother's house...

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

& BAKER
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

& STEPSISTERS
To see the

& MOTHER
To sell the

BAKER &
To the potion-

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

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