Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once upon a

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, BAKER &
More the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The King is a Festival. BAKER & 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
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 might a child.
I wish...
I wish...

You wish to go to the

The girl's mother 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 for his new wife

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 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 beautiful-

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

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

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

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

WIFE
Why, come in, girl.

LITTLE RED HOOD
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 them out in two hours' time,
you shall go to the ball us.

LITTLE RED HOOD
And perhaps a 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,
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- the best cow-

JACK'S
Was! Was! SHEEEEE'S 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.
a lump on her rump
Big to be a hump-

JACK'S
Son,
We've no to sit and dither,
her wither's wither with her-
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.
the woods-
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 house-

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 woods are trees,
The trees are 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 waiting on the

the woods
To bring bread
To who
Is in bed.
can tell
What 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 wearing that?

Here, I found a 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,
Father be nice,
That was always advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good nice-

Tighter!

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

(Florinda slaps Cinderella hard 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 family of his own, and was
that all efforts now had failed.

Who might be?

BAKER'S
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the witch 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 there now is

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

What

In the past, you were no more than a babe,
Father brought his young wife and you here to this cottage.
They a handsome couple,
but not neighbours!
You see, mother was with child,
and she had an unusual appetite.
She one look at my beautiful garden,
and told your father that what she wanted than
anything in the was

(rapping)
Greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, and celery,
Asparagus and 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 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
your wife will bear.

And call it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

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

I though I had been more reasonable.
And that we all might live there after.
But how was I to what your father
had hidden in his pocket?
You see, when I had inheireted 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, that's 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 never be reached.

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

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

BAKER'S
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 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
the best price you can.
Take no less than pounds.
Are you to me?

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

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

To and wait
day to day
Will keep
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 don't
We have to
The marketplace.
Into the to journey's end-

Into the woods to sell a

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

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

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

You wish to
The reversed?
need a certain
first.
Go to the and bring me back
the cow as white as milk,
Two: the 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 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!

CINDERELLA'S
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I in father's hunting jacket.

WIFE
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

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

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 return

WIFE
You don't

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 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 yellow as

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

The slipper as 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.
the woods-
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 to visit Mother-

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

MOTHER
Into the woods to the cow-

Into the woods to get the

WIFE
Into the to lift the spell-

To the potion-

To go to the

LITTLE RED RIDING
the woods 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 are just wood.
No to be afraid there-

& BAKER
There's something in the 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 sell the

BAKER &
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 home dark!