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...

CINDERELLA &
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.

BAKER'S
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I wish you'd us some
or even cheese...

I wish...

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

You wish to go to the

The poor mother 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 three beautiful 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

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

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

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

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

BAKER'S
Why, come in, 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 had a surprise 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.

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,
from 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
Listen well, son. Milky-White must be to market.

But, mother, no- he's the best

JACK'S
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.
are flies in her eyes.
There's a on her rump
Big enough to be a

JACK'S
Son,
We've no to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither with
And no one a cow for a friend!

Sometimes I 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 the trees
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To Grandmother's

Into the
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're certain of way?

LITTLE RED RIDING
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?

Into the
To bring bread
To who
Is in bed.
Never can
What ahead.
For all I know,
She's dead.

But the woods,
the woods,
Into the
To house
And home 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 a little 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,
said be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good nice-

Tighter!

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

(Florinda slaps hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

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

Who that be?

WIFE
We've sold our loaf of bread.

It's the from next door!

& BAKER'S WIFE
We no bread.

Of course got no bread!

Then what is it you

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

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

The old enchantress the couple she had
placed a on their house.

What

In the past, when you were no more a babe,
Father brought 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 developed an appetite.
She took one look at my garden,
and your father that what she wanted more than
in the world 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 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 should have laid a on him
there,
Could have changed him into
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 wife 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 that her was Rapunzel.

I I had been more than reasonable.
And that we all live happily there after.
But how was I to what your father
had also hidden in his
You see, when I had that garden,
my mother me that I would be punished
if I to ever 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, another story,
mind-
Anyway, at
The big day came,
And I my claim.
"Oh, don't take the baby,"
shrieked and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where she'll be reached.

father 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 your family
Would always be a one...

BAKER'S
No!!

So there's no fuss
And there's no scenes
And my garden
You see my nectarines!
But I'm tellling you the
I tell kings and
Don't ever never
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Lead to market and
fetch the price you can.
Take no less five pounds.
Are you to me?

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

stack
to crack,
The are getting bolder,
The floor's slack,
Your mother's older,
father's not back,
And you can't just sit dreaming pretty dreams.

To and wait
day to day
Will never
The away.

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

Into the to sell a friend-

MOTHER
Someday have a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You to have
The curse
need a certain
first.
Go to the woods and me back
One: the cow as as milk,
the cape as red as blood,
Three: the as yellow as corn,
the slipper as pure as gold.

Bring me
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 of the Festival
And the Prince!

FATHER
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I in father's hunting jacket.

WIFE
Six beans.

I wonder if they

BAKER'S
The Witch's beans! take them 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.
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 come and is final.
Now what am I to return

BAKER'S
You don't

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

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

The as pure as gold...
The cow, the cape,
The slipper as as gold-

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

Into the woods to lift the

Into the woods to visit

WIFE
Into the woods to fetch the

To the potion-

To got to the

CINDERELLA, JACK, JACK'S MOTHER, BAKER,
Into the
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 care how,
The is now.

MOTHER
Into the woods to sell the

Into the woods to get the

WIFE
Into the woods to lift the

To the potion-

To go to the

LITTLE RED 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 are just trees,
The trees are wood.
No need to be afraid

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

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

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

STEMOTHER &
To see the

JACK &
To the cow-

BAKER &
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!