Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, down,
here until you die

Solo
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, down,
twenty years to go

Solo
done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!

Look down, down,
Jesus doesn't care

Solo
I she'll wait,
I know that be true!

Look down, down,
all forgotten you

Solo
When I get ya won't see me
for dust!

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye

Solo
How O Lord
you let me die?

Look down, down,
You'll be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in grave

Bring me 24601
Your is up
And your parole's
You what that means

Yes, it I'm free!

NO!
It means you get your ticket-of-leave
You are a

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

I broke a pane!
My sister's child was to death
And we starving!

And you starve again
you learn the meaning of the law.

I know the meaning of these nineteen
A of the law

Five years for you did
The because you tried to run
Yes

My name is Jean

And I am
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, down
always be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in grave.

(Valjean the prison and begins walking)

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How clean the
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
and now see
What new world
do for me!

(Valjean finds work at a farm)

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect bits and pieces there
And be on way.

You've me half
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
there for people to see!
Why you get the same
As men like me?

(Valjean on his way)

Now every is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I to any town
They my papers
And find the mark of Cain
In eyes, I see their fear:
'We do not you here.'

(Valjean an inn)

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be

I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog!

You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

(Valjean is out)

And now I know how feels
The always at your heels
It is the law!

This of paper in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!

a cur
I the street
The beneath their feet.

(Valjean the home of the Bishop of Digne, who emerges)

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are humble
What we have, we to share.

There is wine here to you,
There is bread to you strong,
a bed to rest till morning,
Rest from pain, and from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all those nineteen
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And thanked him like I
But the house was still,
I got up in the
Took the
Took... my... flight!

(Taking the silver, Valjean runs away and is shortly back by two officers)