Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once a time

I wish...

in a far-off

More anything...

lived a maiden,

More jewels...

a sad lad

I wish...

and a childless

More life...

CINDERELLA &
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
than the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The King is a Festival. BAKER & WIFE

More life...

I wish...

I to go to the Festival.

More riches...

I my cow would
us some 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 wish give us some
milk or cheese...

I wish...

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

You wish to go to the

The poor girl's had died,

You Cinderella, you wish to go to the

What, you, Cinderella, the
The Festival?!

What, you to go to the Festival?

ALL
The
The King's

And her father had for his new wife

The Festival...

a with two daughters of her own.

at your nails!

Look at dress!

People laugh at you-

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

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

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 the house was full of gold-
I a lot of things...

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

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

MOTHER
a she!
How many times must I tell
Only can give milk!

BAKER'S
Why, in, little girl.

LITTLE RED RIDING
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 had a surprise for her.

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

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

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

RED RIDING HOOD
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
Listen well, son. must be taken to market.

But, mother, no- the best cow-

JACK'S
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.
There's a lump on her
Big to be a hump-

JACK'S
Son,
We've no 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 through the
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To house-

Into the
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're certain of way?

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

the woods
And the dell,
The is straight,
I it well.
the woods,
And who can
waiting on the journey?

Into the
To bring some
To who
Is in bed.
Never can
lies ahead.
For all I know,
already dead.

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

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

up and do my hair, Cinderella!

Are you really wearing

Here, I found a tear, Cinderella.

you hide it with a hat?

You beautiful.

I know.

She me.

Put it in a twist.

Who be there?...

Mother be good,
Father be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good nice-

Tighter!

What's the good of being
If everyone is
And always left behind?
mind, Cinderella,
Kind
Nice good nice kind good

(Florinda slaps Cinderella hard the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who might be?

WIFE
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the witch from door!

BAKER & 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)
Nothing cooking in there now is

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

What

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

(rapping)
Greens, greens and 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,
Raiding my and
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have 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
your wife will bear.

And call 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 happily there after.
But how was I to know your father
had hidden in his pocket?
You see, I had inheireted that garden,
my mother me that I would be punished
if I were to loose any of the BEANS!

BAKER &

The beans.

I let him go,
I know
He'd 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,"
shrieked and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where she'll be reached.

father cried,
your died.
And for extra
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 garden
You see my nectarines!
But I'm you the same
I tell kings and
Don't never ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

JACK'S
Now to me, Jack. Lead Milky-White to market and
the best price you can.
Take no than 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 floor's slack,
Your mother's older,
father's not back,
And you can't sit here dreaming pretty dreams.

To wish and
day to day
Will never
The away.

So the woods
The is now.
We to live,
I care how.
Into the
To the cow,
You must the journey.
Straight to the
and delay-
We to face
The marketplace.
Into the to journey's end-

Into the woods to 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 might lift the spell;

You wish to
The curse
I'll need a
first.
Go to the woods and me back
One: the cow as as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
the hair as yellow as corn,
Four: the slipper as as gold.

me these
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!
Lentils are one 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 found in father's jacket.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

WIFE
The Witch's beans! We'll 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.

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 don't

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 as yellow 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 ever to get to the

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

I know!
I'll Mother's 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 slipper as as gold-

WIFE
The hair-!

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

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

Into the woods to the spell-

Into the woods to visit

WIFE
Into the to fetch the things-

To make the

To got to the

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

JACK'S
the woods to sell the cow-

Into the to get the money-

BAKER'S
Into the woods to the spell-

To make the

To go to the

LITTLE RED HOOD
Into the woods to house...
Into the woods to house...

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

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

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

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

& STEPSISTERS
To see the

& MOTHER
To sell the

& 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 before dark!