Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
hot as hell below

Look down, down
twenty years to go.

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

Look down, look
Jesus doesn't care

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

Look down, down
They've all you

4TH
I get free
You see me
Here for

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
Before you let me

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

Now me prisoner 24601
time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means.

Yes, it I'm free.

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

I a loaf of bread.

You a house.

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

You starve again
Unless you the meaning of the law.

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

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

My name is Valjean!

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

Look down, look
You'll always be a
Look down, look
You're standing in 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 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 bits and pieces
And be on way.

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

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

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

WIFE
My are full
And I've no to spare
I'd like to 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 the weight of my rod.
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law!
Ths of paper in my hand
It makes me cursed the land
It is the law!
Like a
I the street,
The dirt beneath feet...

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

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This in my hand
Costs what I had earned
In all those years-
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old trusted me-
done his bit of good
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 your story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You lodging here last night.

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

1
You he made a present of this

is right.
But my you left so early,
something slipped your mind.
You I gave these also.
Would you leave the 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 use this precious silver
To an honest man.
By the witness of the
By the and the Blood
God has raised you out of
I bought your soul for God!