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 &
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
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
milk or cheese...

I wish...

BAKER'S
I wish we have 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 wish to go to the

ALL
The
The King's

And her father had taken for his new

The Festival...

a with two daughters of her own.

Look at nails!

Look at dress!

People laugh at you-

CINDERELLA, STEPMOTHER, &
Nevertheless,
still want/s to go to the Festival
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

MOTHER
I wish...

Well, she was not beautiful-

JACK'S
I wish my son not a fool.
I my house 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 enviroment just be
Milky White needs to produce
his milk.

JACK'S
a she!
How many must 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 had a surprise for her.

I have emptied a pot of lentils into the 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...

LITTLE RED 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
well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.

But, mother, no- he's the 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.
are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her
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 fear touched.

LITTLE RED HOOD
the woods,
It's to go,
I to leave,
I to, though.
Into the
time, and so
I must my journey.

the woods
And through the
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To house-

Into the
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're of your way?

RED RIDING HOOD
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 a basket?

Into the
And the dell,
The is straight,
I it well.
the woods,
And who can
What's on the journey?

Into the
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 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 a little tear, Cinderella.

Can't you hide it with a

You beautiful.

I know.

She me.

Put it in a twist.

Who be there?...

Mother be good,
Father be nice,
That was their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good good

Tighter!

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

(Florinda Cinderella hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

Because the Baker had lost his
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 might be?

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

It's the witch from 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 in there now is there?

The old told the couple she had
placed a spell on 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 an unusual appetite.
She took one at my beautiful garden,
and told your father what she wanted more than
in the world 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,
my arugula and
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have 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 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 her name was Rapunzel.

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

BAKER &

The beans.

I let him go,
I know
stolen 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 she'll be reached.

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

And I laid little spell on
You, too,
That your tree
Would be a barren one...

BAKER'S
No!!

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

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Milky-White 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,
mother's getting 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 don't how.
Into the
To the cow,
You must the journey.
to the woods
and delay-
We have to
The marketplace.
Into the woods to journey's

Into the woods to a friend-

MOTHER
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 curse
need a certain
first.
Go to the and bring me back
One: the cow as as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
Three: the hair as as corn,
the slipper as pure 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!
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 they

WIFE
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.
I can lift 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 am I to return with?

WIFE
You remember?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The as yellow as corn,
The slipper as pure as

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 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 as yellow as corn-

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

The slipper as 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.
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 woods to Mother-

BAKER'S
Into the to fetch the things-

To the potion-

To got to the

CINDERELLA, JACK, MOTHER, BAKER, WIFE
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 care how,
The is now.

JACK'S
Into the to sell the cow-

Into the woods to get the

WIFE
Into the woods to lift the

To make the

To go to the

LITTLE RED RIDING
Into the woods to 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 there-

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

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

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

STEMOTHER &
To see the

JACK &
To the cow-

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 before dark!