Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Look and see the beggars at your feet
down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see the of the streets
down, look down,
Upon your man!

How do you do? My Gavroche
are my people, here's my patch
Not to look at, nothing posh
Nothing you'd call up to scratch
is my school, my high society
Here in the slums of Saint
We live on crumbs of humble
on the teeth, but what the hell!
Think you're
Think you're
me, follow me!

Look down, and show some if you can
Look down, look down, your fellow man

[An old beggar woman a young prostitute occupying her patch.]

Old Woman:
What you yer at?
Hanging round me
If you're new here, girl
got a lot to learn

Young
you old bat
Crazy witch
I give my customers
Some in return

Old Woman:
I what you give!
'em all the pox!
Spread your poison
they end up in a box

Leave the old cow,
Move it,
She to be no better
Till the got to her brain

When's it end?
When we gonna
Something's happen now or
gonna give...
It'll come, it'll come, come
It'll come, come, it'll come

Where the of the land?
are the swells who run this show?

Only one man - and that's
Speaks for these here below

See our fed
us in our shame
Something for a of bread
In Jesus' name

In the Holy name.

In his name, in his name, in his name...

Lamarque is ill and fast!
Won't last the week out so say

With all the anger in the
How before the judgement day?
Before we cut the fat down to size?
the barricades arise?

Watch out for old
All of his is on the make
Once ran a down the way
Bit of a and no mistake
He's got a
The layabout
Even his daughter her share
That's Eponine, she knows her way
a kid, but hard to scare
Do we
Not a cuss!
Long us, long live us!

Look down, and some mercy if you can
Look down, look down, upon your man!