Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, down,
here until you die

Solo
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, down,
There's years to go

Prisoner:
I've no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!

Look down, down,
Sweet doesn't care

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

Look down, down,
all forgotten you

Solo
When I get free ya see me
for dust!

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

Prisoner:
How long O
you let me die?

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

Bring me prisoner
Your is up
And your begun
You what that means

Yes, it I'm free!

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

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

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

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

I the meaning of these nineteen years
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, down
You'll be a slave
down, look 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 the pool. How clean the taste
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
and now see
this new world
do for me!

(Valjean finds work at a farm)

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

You've given me
What the men get!
handful of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's for people to see!
Why should you get the
As men like me?

(Valjean on his way)

Now every door is to me
jail, another key, another chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
And they find the of Cain
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 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 some of dog!

You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

(Valjean is out)

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

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

a cur
I walk the
The beneath their feet.

(Valjean reaches the 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.

There is wine here to you,
There is to make 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
twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
He's his bit of good
I played the serf
And thanked him like I
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver
Took... my... flight!

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