Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once a time

I wish...

in a kingdom

More anything...

lived a maiden,

More jewels...

a sad lad

I wish...

and a childless

More life...

& BAKER
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, & JACK
than the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The King is giving a Festival. & WIFE

More life...

I wish...

I to go to the Festival.

More riches...

I my cow would
give us milk.

And the Ball...

BAKER'S
than anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

BAKER'S
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 wish to go to the

The poor mother had died,

You Cinderella, you wish to go to the

What, you, Cinderella, the
The Festival?!

What, you wish to go to the

ALL
The
The King's

And her father had taken for his new

The Festival...

a with two daughters of her own.

Look at nails!

Look at dress!

People would laugh at

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

All three beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his

MOTHER
I wish...

Well, she was not beautiful-

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

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

A warm enviroment might be
what Milky White needs to
his milk.

JACK'S
a she!
How times must I tell you?
shes can give milk!

BAKER'S
Why, in, little girl.

LITTLE RED HOOD
I wish...

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

Just a of bread, please...

Cinderella's Stepmother had a for her.

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

LITTLE RED RIDING
And perhaps a bun?...
Or four?...

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

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

Come, birds,
Down from the
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
well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.

But, mother, no- the best cow-

JACK'S
Was! Was! been 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

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

Sometimes I you're touched.

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

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

Into the
To house-

WIFE
You're certain of way?

LITTLE RED RIDING
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?

the woods
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,
already dead.

But the woods,
the woods,
Into the
To house
And before dark.

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

up and do my hair, Cinderella!

Are you wearing that?

Here, I found a tear, Cinderella.

Can't you it with 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 good of good
If everyone is
And you're always behind?
mind, Cinderella,
Kind
Nice good nice good nice-

(Florinda slaps hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who that be?

WIFE
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the from next door!

BAKER & BAKER'S
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)
Nothing cooking in now is there?

The old enchantress the couple she had
a spell on their house.

What

In the past, you were no more than 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 an unusual appetite.
She took one at my beautiful garden,
and told your father that what she wanted than
anything in the was

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

He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite,
I caught 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 that her was Rapunzel.

I though I had more than reasonable.
And that we all might live there after.
But how was I to know your father
had also in his pocket?
You see, I had inheireted that garden,
my mother warned me that I be punished
if I to ever loose any of the BEANS!

BAKER &

The beans.

I let him go,
I know
He'd my beans!

I was him crawl,
Back the wall-!
bang! Crash!
And the flash!
And- well, another story,
mind-
Anyway, at
The big day came,
And I my claim.
"Oh, take away the baby,"
They and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
she'll never be reached.

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

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

BAKER'S
No!!

So there's no more
And there's no more
And my thrives-
You see my nectarines!
But I'm tellling you the
I tell and queens:
ever never ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Lead to market and
fetch the best you can.
Take no less five pounds.
Are you to me?

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

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

To and wait
day to day
Will never
The away.

So into the
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 have to
The marketplace.
Into the woods to end-

Into the woods to sell a

JACK'S
Someday have a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You wish to
The curse
I'll a certain
first.
Go to the and bring me back
the cow as white as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
Three: the hair as as corn,
the slipper as pure as gold.

Bring me
Before the
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,
make us the fools of the Festival
And the Prince!

FATHER
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I in father's hunting jacket.

WIFE
Six beans.

I wonder if they

BAKER'S
The Witch's beans! take them with us!

No! You are not to come.

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

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

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

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

WIFE
You remember?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as as corn,
The as pure 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 to get to the Festival?

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

I know!
I'll visit 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 as gold-

BAKER'S
The hair-!

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

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

Into the woods to lift the

Into the woods to Mother-

BAKER'S
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)
the woods
to get my wish,
I don't how,
The is now.

MOTHER
Into the to sell the cow-

Into the to get the money-

BAKER'S
the woods to lift the spell-

To make the

To go to the

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

& 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?

Into the
To get the
That it worth
The journeying.
into the

& STEPSISTERS
To see the

& MOTHER
To the cow-

& WIFE
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!