Luyện nghe bài hát Overture/Work Song

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

Prisoner:
The sun is
hot as hell below

Look down, down,
There's twenty to go

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

Look down, down,
Sweet doesn't care

Prisoner:
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

Solo
How O Lord
you let me die?

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

Bring me 24601
time 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 was close 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 because you to run
Yes

My name is Valjean

And I am
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
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 forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
and now see
this 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
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's for people to see!
Why you get the same
As honest men 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 their
'We do not you here.'

(Valjean an inn)

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

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

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

(Valjean is out)

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

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

a cur
I walk the
The dirt beneath feet.

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

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

is wine here to revive you,
There is to make 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 twice what I had
In all nineteen years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
done his bit of good
I the grateful serf
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 brought by two officers)