Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once a time

I wish...

in a kingdom

More anything...

lived a maiden,

than jewels...

a sad lad

I wish...

and a childless

More life...

CINDERELLA &
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
More 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.

WIFE
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I wish give us some
or even cheese...

I wish...

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

You to go to the Festival?

The poor girl's 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 Festival?

And her father had taken for his new

The Festival...

a woman 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 before the Prince.

All were 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 quite

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

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

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

JACK'S
a she!
How many times must I tell
Only shes can milk!

WIFE
Why, in, little girl.

LITTLE RED RIDING
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 had a surprise for her.

I have emptied a pot of lentils into the for you.
If you have picked out again 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...

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. Milky-White must be to market.

But, mother, no- he's the best

MOTHER
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.
There's a on her rump
Big to be a hump-

JACK'S
Son,
We've no to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither her-
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.
the woods-
time, and so
I must my journey.

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

the woods
To Grandmother's

WIFE
You're certain of your

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 have a

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

the woods
To bring some
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 wearing

Here, I a little 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,
said be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
good good nice-

Tighter!

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

(Florinda slaps hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who that be?

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

It's the witch from door!

BAKER & WIFE
We no bread.

Of course got no bread!

Then what is it you

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

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

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

What

In the past, when you no more than a babe,
your Father his young wife and you here to this cottage.
They a handsome couple,
but not neighbours!
You see, your was with child,
and she had an unusual appetite.
She one look at my beautiful garden,
and told your father that what she wanted more
in the world 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,
'Cause I caught him in the
In my one night!
He was me,
me,
Rooting my rutabaga,
my arugula and
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I have laid a spell on him
there,
Could changed 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 have the
That your will bear.

And call it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

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

I I had been more than reasonable.
And that we all live happily there after.
But how was I to know what your
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!
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 never 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 family tree
Would be a barren one...

BAKER'S
No!!

So there's no more
And there's no scenes
And my thrives-
You see my nectarines!
But I'm tellling you the
I tell kings and
Don't ever ever
around with my greens!
the beans.

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

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

stack
to crack,
The mice are bolder,
The gone slack,
mother's getting older,
Your 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.
the woods
To the cow,
You must the journey.
Straight to the
and don't
We have to
The marketplace.
Into the woods to journey's

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 Baker might the spell;

You wish to
The curse
I'll a certain
first.
Go to the woods and bring me
the cow as white as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
Three: the hair as 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!
are one thing but
Darling, those,
You'd make us the fools of the
And the Prince!

CINDERELLA'S
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I found in hunting jacket.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

WIFE
The Witch's beans! We'll take them 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 must 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 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 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 hair as yellow as

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 pure as

BAKER'S
The hair-!

& BAKER
the woods,
It's to go,
It may be all
In vain, I know.
Into the
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 to visit Mother-

WIFE
Into the woods to fetch the

To make the

To got to the

CINDERELLA, JACK, MOTHER, BAKER, WIFE
the woods
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.

JACK'S
Into the woods to the cow-

Into the to get the money-

BAKER'S
Into the to lift the spell-

To the potion-

To go to the

RED RIDING HOOD
Into the to Grandmother's house...
the woods 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 in the glade there...

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

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

STEMOTHER &
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 home dark!