Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, down
there's years to go.

2ND
I've no wrong
Jesus, hear my prayer

Look down, look
Sweet Jesus doesn't

3RD
I know wait
I know that be true

Look down, down
all forgotten you

4TH
When I get
You see me
for dust

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

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

Now me prisoner 24601
Your is up
And your parole's
You know what means.

Yes, it I'm free.

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

I a loaf of bread.

You a house.

I broke a pane.
My sister's child was close to
And we starving.

You will again
Unless you the meaning of the law.

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

Five for what you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes, 24601.

My is Jean Valjean!

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

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them
For what 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
It's there for to see
Why you get the same
As honest men me?

Now every is closed to me
Another jail. key. Another Chain.
For when I to any town
They my papers
And find the mark of Cain.
In eyes
I see fear
"We do not you here."

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

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

You my house!
Or feel the of my rod.
We're people here
be to God.

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
Ths piece of in my hand
It makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law!
a curse
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 to revive you.
There is to make you strong.
There's a bed to rest morning.
from 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-
That of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
done his bit of good
I played the greatful
And him like 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 were lodging here night.

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

1
You mantain he a present of this

is right.
But my friend you so early,
something slipped your mind.
You I gave these also.
you leave the best behind?
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I commend you for duty
And God's go with you.

(to VALJEAN) But remember this, my
See in this higher plan.
You must use this precious
To an honest man.
By the witness of the
By the Passion and the
God has you out of darkness
I bought your soul for God!