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,
twenty years to go

Solo
done no wrong!
Sweet hear my prayer!

Look down, down,
Sweet doesn't care

Prisoner:
I know 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, look
Don't 'em in the eye

Prisoner:
How O Lord
Before you let me

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

Bring me prisoner
time is up
And your parole's
You know what that

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 broke a pane!
My sister's child was to death
And we starving!

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

I know the meaning of nineteen years
A of the law

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

My name is Valjean

And I am
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
always be a slave
Look down, down,
You're in your 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.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
and now see
What new world
do for me!

(Valjean finds 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
What the 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 is closed to me
Another jail, another key, 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)

Wife:
My are full
And I've no supper to
I'd like to help a
All we is to be fair

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

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

(Valjean is out)

And now I how freedom 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 beneath 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 very
What we have, we to share.

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

He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
Cost what I had earned
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's done his bit of
I played the grateful
And thanked him I should
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver
Took... my... flight!

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