Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, look
there's years to go.

2ND
done no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, look
Sweet Jesus care

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

Look down, look
They've all you

4TH
When I get
You see me
Here for

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

5TH
How long, O
Before you let me

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

Now bring me 24601
Your is up
And parole's begun
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 a window pane.
My child was close to death
And we starving.

You starve again
you learn the meaning of the law.

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

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

My name is Valjean!

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

Look down, look
always be a slave
Look down, down
standing 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.
are the guilty- every 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 have given me
the other men get
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

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
I see fear
"We do not you here."

INNKEEPERS
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd like to 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 feel the of my rod.
We're people here
be to God.

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of paper in my
It makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law!
a curse
I the street,
The beneath their feet...

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

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
He'd his bit of good
I played the greatful
And him like I should.
But when the 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 last night.

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

1
You he made a present of this

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

(to VALJEAN) But this, my brother
See in some higher plan.
You must use this silver
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!