Luyện nghe bài hát Javert's Suicide

(Javert walks the streets until he comes to a bridge over the river Seine)

Who is this
sort of devil is he
To me caught in a trap
And choose to let me go
It was his hour at
To put a seal on my
out the past
And wash me off the slate!
All it take
Was a of his knife.
was his
And he gave me my life!
if I'll live in the debt of a thief!
Damned if yield at the end of the chase.
I am the Law and the Law is not
spit his pity right back in his face
There is nothing on earth we share
It is Valjean or Javert!
How can I now this man
To hold over me?
This desperate man I have hunted
He me my life. He gave me freedom.
I should have by his hand

It was his right.
It was my to die as well
I live... but live in hell.
And my fly apart
Can man be believed?
Shall his be forgiven?
his crimes be reprieved?
And I now begin to doubt,
Who doubted all these years?
My is stone and still it trembles
The I have known is lost in shadow.
Is he from heaven or hell?
And does he
That granting me my life
This man has killed me so?
I am reaching, but I
And the stars are and cold
As I stare the void
Of a that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the
the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can
is no way to go on...
(He throws himself into the river)