Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once upon a

I wish...

in a far-off

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
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
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 you'd give us
or even 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 father had taken for his new

The Festival...

a woman with two 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 were 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 the cow was full of milk.
I wish the house was full of
I a lot of things...

You child!
What are you doing with a cow inside the

A warm might just be
Milky White needs to produce
his milk.

JACK'S
a she!
How many times must I tell
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 emptied a pot of lentils into the for you.
If you picked them out again in two hours' time,
you shall go to the with us.

LITTLE RED HOOD
And a sticky 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,
from 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 be taken to market.

But, mother, no- he's the best

MOTHER
Was! Was! SHEEEEE'S 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.
There are in her eyes.
There's a lump on her
Big enough to be a

JACK'S
Son,
no time to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither 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 begin my journey.

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

Into the
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 trees are 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 bring 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 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,
Father be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
good good nice-

Tighter!

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

(Florinda slaps Cinderella across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who might be?

BAKER'S
sold our last loaf of bread.

It's the from next door!

BAKER & WIFE
We no bread.

Of course got no bread!

Then what is it you

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

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

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 his young wife and you here to this cottage.
were a handsome couple,
but not neighbours!
You see, your mother was child,
and she had developed an 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 but greens:
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,
Raiding my and
up my rampion
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have laid a 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 the baby
That wife will 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 that we all might happily there after.
But how was I to know what father
had also in his pocket?
You see, when I had that garden,
my mother me that I would be punished
if I were to ever 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, take away the baby,"
shrieked and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where never be reached.

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

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

BAKER'S
No!!

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

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Lead to market and
fetch the best you can.
Take no 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 floor's slack,
Your mother's older,
Your not back,
And you can't just sit here dreaming dreams.

To wish and
day to day
Will never
The away.

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

Into the woods to a friend-

JACK'S
Someday have a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You wish to
The curse
I'll a certain
first.
Go to the woods and me back
One: the cow as as milk,
the cape 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 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 I found in father's hunting jacket.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

BAKER'S
The Witch's beans! We'll take them 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.

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 remember?

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

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

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

I know!
I'll visit grave,
The at the hazel 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

WIFE
The hair-!

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

BAKER'S
Into the woods to 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 care how,
The is now.

MOTHER
Into the to sell the cow-

Into the woods to get the

WIFE
Into the woods to the spell-

To make the

To go to the

LITTLE RED 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 need to be there-

& BAKER
There's in the glade there...

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

Into the
To get the
makes it worth
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!