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...

& BAKER
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, & JACK
than 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.

BAKER'S
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I wish you'd give us
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 Festival?

And her father had for his new wife

The Festival...

a woman with two of her own.

Look at nails!

Look at dress!

People laugh at you-

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 beautiful-

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 enviroment might just be
Milky White needs to produce
his milk.

JACK'S
a she!
How many times I tell you?
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 the ashes for you.
If you have picked them out 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 the eaves
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
well, son. Milky-White must be taken 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.
are flies in her eyes.
There's a on her rump
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 you're touched.

RED RIDING HOOD
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 house-

the woods
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're certain of your

RED RIDING 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 bread
To who
Is in bed.
Never can
lies ahead.
For all I know,
already dead.

But the woods,
the woods,
Into the
To Grandmother's
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,
said be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good nice-

Tighter!

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

(Florinda slaps Cinderella across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

Because the Baker had his Father
and his in a baking accident...
Well, at least what he believed,
he was to have a family of his own, and was concerned
all efforts until now had failed.

Who that be?

WIFE
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the witch next door!

BAKER & BAKER'S
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 in there now is there?

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

What

In the past, when you were no more a babe,
Father brought his young wife and you here to this cottage.
They 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 what she wanted more than
in the world was

(rapping)
Greens, greens and 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
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have a spell on him
there,
Could have changed him 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 have the
your wife will bear.

And we'll it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

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

I though I had been than reasonable.
And that we all might live 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 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,
Back the wall-!
bang! Crash!
And the flash!
And- well, that's story,
mind-
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
she'll 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 be a barren one...

WIFE
No!!

So there's no fuss
And there's no more
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. Milky-White to market and
the best price you can.
Take no less 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,
mother's getting older,
Your not back,
And you can't sit here dreaming pretty dreams.

To and wait
day to day
Will keep
The away.

So into the
The is now.
We to live,
I don't how.
the woods
To the cow,
You begin the journey.
Straight to the
and don't
We to face
The marketplace.
Into the to journey's 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,
how the Baker might lift the spell;

You wish to
The reversed?
I'll a certain
first.
Go to the and bring 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
Before the
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,
make 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

BAKER'S
The beans! We'll take them with us!

No! You are not to come.

BAKER'S
I know you are fearful of the 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?

BAKER'S
You remember?

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

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.
Into the
But so,
I to take the journey.

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

Into the to lift the spell-

Into the to visit Mother-

WIFE
Into the woods to fetch the

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)
Into the
to get my wish,
I care how,
The is now.

JACK'S
the woods to sell the cow-

Into the to get the money-

BAKER'S
the woods to lift 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 afraid

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

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

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

STEMOTHER &
To see the

& MOTHER
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!