Luyện nghe bài hát Javert's Suicide

[Javert the deserted streets until he comes to a bridge over the river Seine.]

Who is this
sort of devil is he?
To have me caught in a
And choose to let me go
It was his hour at
To put a on my fate
out the past
And watch me off the slate!
All it would
Was a of his knife
was his
And he me back my life!
Damned if live in the debt of a thief!
Damned if I'll at the end of the chase.
I am the Law and the Law is not
I'll spit his right back in his face
There is nothing on that we share
It is Valjean or Javert!

How can I now allow man
To hold over me?
This desperate man whom I hunted
He gave me my life, he me freedom.
I should perished by his hand!
It was his right.
It was my to die as well
Instead I live, but in hell!
And my thoughts fly
Can man be believed?
Shall his be forgiven?
Shall his crimes be
And I now begin to doubt
Who never all these years?
My heart is stone and it trembles
The world I have is lost in shadow.
Is he from or from hell?
And does he
That granting me my life
This man has me even so?
I am reaching, but I
And the are black and cold.
As I stare the void
Of a world that hold
I'll escape now the world
From the world of Valjean
There is nowhere I can
is no way to go on.....

[He throws himself the swollen river.]