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. 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
than anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

WIFE
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I wish you'd 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 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 had taken for his new wife

The Festival...

a woman with two 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 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 beautiful-

JACK'S
I wish my son not a fool.
I my house was not a mess.
I the cow was full of milk.
I wish the house was full of
I a lot of things...

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

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

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

WIFE
Why, come in, girl.

LITTLE RED RIDING
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 emptied a pot of lentils the ashes for you.
If you have picked 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...

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 must be to market.

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

JACK'S
Was! Was! been 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 to be a hump-

JACK'S
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.
Into the
time, and so
I must my journey.

the woods
And through the
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To house-

Into the
To Grandmother's

WIFE
You're certain of your

LITTLE RED RIDING
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are 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

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

(Florinda slaps Cinderella across 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 a family of his own, and was concerned
all efforts until now had failed.

Who might be?

WIFE
We've our last loaf of bread.

It's the witch next door!

& BAKER'S WIFE
We no bread.

Of you've got no bread!

Then what is it you

It's not what I wish! 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 more a babe,
your Father brought his young 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 at my beautiful garden,
and told your that what she wanted more than
in the world was

(rapping)
Greens, greens and nothing but
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
up my rampion
(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 have the
I'd to spare.
In return, however,
I said, "Fair is
You can let me have the
That wife will bear.

And we'll it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

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

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

BAKER &

The beans.

I let him go,
I know
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, take away the baby,"
They and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where never be reached.

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

And I laid little spell on
You, too,
That your family
Would always be a one...

WIFE
No!!

So there's no more
And no more scenes
And my thrives-
You see my nectarines!
But I'm you the same
I kings and queens:
Don't ever 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,
is not the time for dreaming.

Chimney
to crack,
The mice are bolder,
The gone 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 the woods
The is now.
We to live,
I don't how.
Into the
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 a friend-

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

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You to have
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 as yellow as corn,
Four: the as pure as gold.

Bring me
the chime
Of midnight,
In three 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 us the fools of the Festival
And the Prince!

CINDERELLA'S
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I found in father's jacket.

WIFE
Six beans.

I wonder if they

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

No! You are not to come.

BAKER'S
I you are fearful 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 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 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 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 to get to the Festival?

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

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

The slipper as as gold...
The cow, the cape,
The as pure 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 to lift the spell-

Into the woods to visit

BAKER'S
Into the to fetch the things-

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 hood Joins)
Into the
to get my wish,
I don't how,
The is now.

JACK'S
Into the woods to sell the

Into the woods to get the

BAKER'S
the woods to lift the spell-

To the potion-

To go to the

RED RIDING HOOD
Into the 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 trees are wood.
No need to be afraid

& 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 makes it
The journeying.
into the

STEMOTHER &
To see the

JACK &
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 before dark!