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 twenty to go.

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

Look down, down
Sweet Jesus doesn't

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

Look down, down
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
you let me die?

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

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And your parole's
You know that means.

Yes, it I'm free.

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

I stole a of bread.

You a house.

I a window pane.
My sister's child was to death
And we starving.

You will starve
Unless you learn the of the law.

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

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

My name is Valjean!

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

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
Drink the pool. How clean the taste.
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
For what done.
They are the 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 your and pieces there
And be on way.

You given 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?

Now every door is to me
Another jail. Another key. Chain.
For when I to any town
They check my
And they find the of Cain.
In their
I see fear
"We do not you here."

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

I pay in advance
I will 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 feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
Ths of paper in my hand
It makes me cursed the land
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.
Though our lives are vey
we have, we have to share.
There is here to revive you.
There is to make you strong.
There's a bed to '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 fool me-
done his bit of good
I played the serf
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 lodging here last night.

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

1
You he made a present of this

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

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