Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

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

Prisoner:
The sun is
It's hot as below

Look down, down,
There's years to go

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

Look down, down,
Sweet Jesus doesn't

Prisoner:
I know 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
look 'em in the eye

Solo
How long O
Before you let me

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

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

Yes, it I'm free!

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

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

I a window pane!
My sister's child was 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 because you tried to run
Yes

My is Jean Valjean

And I am
Do not my name
Do not me

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

(Valjean leaves the and begins walking)

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

(Valjean work at a nearby farm)

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect your 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 should you get the
As men like me?

(Valjean on his way)

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

(Valjean an inn)

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

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

You my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding 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
That makes me cursed throughout the
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 night is out there.
Though our are very humble
we have, we have to share.

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

He let me eat my
I had the lions
The in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all those years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
He's done his bit of
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But when the 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)