Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

Look down, look
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

Solo
done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!

Look down, down,
Jesus doesn't care

Solo
I know wait,
I know that be true!

Look down, down,
all forgotten you

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

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

Prisoner:
How O Lord
you let me die?

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

Bring me 24601
Your is up
And parole's begun
You know that means

Yes, it I'm free!

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

I stole a 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 years
A of the law

Five years for you did
The rest because you 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
Look down, down,
You're in your 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.
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
What this new
do for me!

(Valjean work at a nearby farm)

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

You've me half
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 honest men me?

(Valjean on his way)

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

(Valjean an inn)

Wife:
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
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 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 freedom
The always at your heels
It is the law!

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

a cur
I the street
The dirt their feet.

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

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

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

He let me eat my
I had the lions
The silver in my
Cost what I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's his bit of good
I played the grateful
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)