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, BAKER &
than the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The is giving a Festival. BAKER & 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
More anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

BAKER'S
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 to go to the festival?

What, you, Cinderella, the
The Festival?!

What, you to go to the Festival?

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 at you-

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

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

JACK'S
I wish...

Well, she was not quite

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

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

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

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

BAKER'S
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 emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes 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,
Flick 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! 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 lump on her
Big to be a hump-

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

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

Into the
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're certain of your

LITTLE RED HOOD
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are trees,
The are just wood.
I sort of 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 waiting on the

the woods
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 really wearing

Here, I a little tear, Cinderella.

Can't you hide it 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 of being good
If is blind
And you're left behind?
mind, Cinderella,
Cinderella-
Nice nice kind good nice-

(Florinda Cinderella 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 until now had failed.

Who that be?

WIFE
We've sold our loaf of bread.

It's the from next door!

BAKER & WIFE
We no bread.

Of you've got no bread!

Then is it you wish?

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

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

The old enchantress told the she had
placed a 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.
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
anything in the was

(rapping)
Greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, and celery,
and watercress 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
up my rampion
(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 the rampion-
I'd to spare.
In return, however,
I said, "Fair is
You can let me the baby
That your will bear.

And call it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

But the witch to tell him anymore of his sister.
Not even that her was Rapunzel.

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

BAKER &

The beans.

I let him go,
I didn't
He'd my beans!

I was him crawl,
over the wall-!
bang! Crash!
And the flash!
And- well, that's story,
mind-
Anyway, at
The big day came,
And I my claim.
"Oh, don't away the baby,"
They and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where never be reached.

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

And I laid little on them-
You, too,
That your family
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 tellling you the
I tell kings and
Don't ever ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

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

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

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

To and wait
day to day
Will never
The away.

So the woods
The is now.
We to live,
I don't how.
the woods
To the cow,
You must the journey.
Straight to the
and don't
We have to
The marketplace.
Into the to journey's end-

Into the to sell a friend-

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

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

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

Bring me
the chime
Of midnight,
In three 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!
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.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

WIFE
The Witch's beans! We'll take 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.
I can lift 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 return

WIFE
You remember?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as 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 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 Mother's 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 as pure 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 to take the journey.

CINDERELLA, & WIFE
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 woods to the things-

To the potion-

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

JACK'S
Into the to sell the cow-

Into the to get the money-

WIFE
Into the woods to lift the

To make the

To go to the

LITTLE RED 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 need to be afraid

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

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

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

STEMOTHER &
To see the

& MOTHER
To the cow-

& WIFE
To make the

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!