Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

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

Prisoner:
The sun is
hot as hell below

Look down, down,
There's years to go

Prisoner:
I've 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,
They've all you

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

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye

Solo
How O Lord
Before you let me

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

Bring me 24601
Your is up
And your begun
You know what that

Yes, it I'm free!

NO!
It means you get your yellow
You are a

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

I broke a 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 of these nineteen years
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 forget my
Do not me

Look down, look
always be a slave
Look down, down,
standing in your grave.

(Valjean leaves the prison and 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
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for what 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 given me
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

(Valjean on his way)

Now door is closed to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
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 no supper to spare
I'd like to help a
All we is to be fair

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

You my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

(Valjean is out)

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

piece of paper in my hand
That me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!

a cur
I the street
The dirt their feet.

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

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

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

He let me eat my
I had the lions
The in my hand
Cost twice what I had
In all nineteen years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And him like I should
But the house was still,
I got up in the
the silver
Took... my... flight!

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