Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

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

Solo
The sun is
It's hot as below

Look down, down,
There's twenty to go

Solo
done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!

Look down, down,
Sweet Jesus care

Prisoner:
I she'll wait,
I that she'll be true!

Look down, down,
all forgotten you

Solo
When I get free ya see me
for dust!

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye

Prisoner:
How long O
you let me die?

Look down, down,
You'll always be a
down, look down,
You're standing in your

Bring me prisoner
time is up
And parole's begun
You know what means

Yes, it I'm free!

NO!
It means you get your yellow
You are a

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

I a window pane!
My sister's was close to death
And we starving!

And you will again
Unless you the meaning of the law.

I know the meaning of these nineteen
A of the law

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

My name is Jean

And I am
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
You'll be a slave
down, look down,
You're in your grave.

(Valjean the prison and begins walking)

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How the taste
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
and now see
What this new
do for me!

(Valjean finds at a nearby 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
Another jail, another key, chain
For I come to any town
They check my
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see fear:
'We do not you here.'

(Valjean an inn)

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

I will pay in
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some 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 jailer always at your
It is the law!

This piece of in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law!

a cur
I the street
The dirt their feet.

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

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

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

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

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