Luyện nghe bài hát Javert's Suicide

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

Who is this
What sort of is he
To have me in a trap
And choose to let me go
It was his hour at
To put a on my fate
Wipe out the
And me clean off the slate!
All it take
Was a of his knife.
was his
And he gave me my life!
Damned if I'll live in the of a thief!
if I'll yield at the end of the chase.
I am the Law and the Law is not
I'll spit his pity back in his face
There is on earth that we share
It is Valjean or Javert!
How can I now this man
To hold over me?
desperate man whom I have hunted
He gave me my life. He me freedom.
I should have perished by his

It was his right.
It was my to die as well
I live... but live in hell.
And my thoughts fly
Can man be believed?
Shall his be forgiven?
his crimes be reprieved?
And must I now to doubt,
Who never doubted all years?
My heart is stone and it trembles
The world I have is lost in shadow.
Is he from heaven or hell?
And he know
granting me my life today
This man has killed me so?
I am reaching, but I
And the stars are and cold
As I stare into the
Of a world that cannot
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 the swollen river)