Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
hot as hell below

Look down, down
there's years to go.

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

Look down, look
Sweet doesn't care

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

Look down, look
They've all you

4TH
When I get
You see me
Here for

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

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

Now bring me prisoner
Your is up
And your begun
You know what 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 broke a pane.
My child was close to death
And we starving.

You will again
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 you tried to run
Yes, 24601.

My is Jean Valjean!

And I'm Javert!
Do not forget my
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 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 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 bits and pieces
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 should you get the
As honest men me?

Now door is closed to me
Another jail. key. Another 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."

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 will sleep in a
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 piece of paper in my
It makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a curse
I the street,
The beneath their 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 from pain, and rest wrong.

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This silver in my
Costs twice what I had
In all those years-
That lifetime of
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
done his bit of good
I played the greatful
And thanked him 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 here night.

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

1
You mantain he made a present of

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

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