Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
down, look down
You're here you die

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, down
twenty years to go.

2ND
I've done no
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, down
Sweet Jesus care

3RD
I know she'll
I know that be true

Look down, look
all forgotten you

4TH
When I get
You see me
Here for

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

5TH
How long, O
Before you let me

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

Now bring me 24601
Your is up
And your parole's
You know that means.

Yes, it I'm free.

NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a thief.

I stole a of bread.

You a house.

I broke a pane.
My child was close to death
And we starving.

You will again
you learn the meaning of the law.

I the meaning of those 19 years
A of the law.

Five years for you did
The rest because you to run
Yes, 24601.

My is Jean Valjean!

And I'm Javert!
Do not forget my
Do not me

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them
For they've done.
They are the guilty- one.
The day begins...
And now see
this new world,
do for me!

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

You given me half
What the men get
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
there for people to see
Why you get the same
As honest men me?

Now door is closed to me
Another jail. Another key. Chain.
For when I come to any
They check my
And they the mark of Cain.
In eyes
I see their
"We do not you here."

WIFE
My rooms are
And no supper to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we is to be fair.

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

You my house!
Or the weight of my rod.
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of in my hand
It makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
Like a
I the street,
The dirt their feet...

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
our lives are vey humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to you.
There is to make you strong.
a bed to rest 'til morning.
Rest pain, and rest from wrong.

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

1
Tell his reverence story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You lodging here last night.

2
You were the Bishop's guest.
And out of Christian goodness.
When he learned your plight

1
You mantain he made a present of

is right.
But my you left so early,
Surely slipped your mind.
You forgot I gave also.
Would you leave the best
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I commend you for your
And God's go with you.

(to VALJEAN) But this, my brother
See in this some plan.
You must use this precious
To become an man.
By the of the martyrs
By the Passion and the
God has raised you out of
I have bought soul for God!