Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as below

Look down, down
twenty years to go.

2ND
done no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, look
Sweet doesn't care

3RD
I know wait
I know that be true

Look down, look
all forgotten you

4TH
When I get
You see me
Here for

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

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

Look down, look
always be a slave
Look down, down
standing in your grave.

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And your begun
You know what means.

Yes, it I'm free.

NO! It you get
Your yellow
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 starve
you learn the meaning of the law.

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

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

My name is 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 feel the wind. I again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
Drink from the pool. How the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
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 your bits and there
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 you get the same
As men like me?

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

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

I pay in advance
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 law-abiding here
be to God.

And now I know how freedom
The always at your heels
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 beneath 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.
is bread 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 twice I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
done his bit of good
I the greatful serf
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 were lodging here night.

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

1
You mantain he made a of this

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

(to VALJEAN) But remember this, my
See in this higher 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 your soul for God!