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 no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, down
Jesus doesn't care

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

Look down, down
They've all you

4TH
When I get
You see me
for dust

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
Before you let me

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

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And parole's begun
You know what 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 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 those 19
A of the law.

Five years for you did
The rest 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 be a slave
down, look down
You're standing in 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.
They are the guilty- 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 given me half
the other men get
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's for people to see
Why should you get the
As men like 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 their
"We do not you here."

WIFE
My are full
And I've no to spare
I'd to help 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 law-abiding people
be to God.

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at heels
It is the law!
Ths of paper in my hand
It me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!
Like a
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 here to revive you.
There is bread to you strong.
There's a bed to 'til morning.
from pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all those years-
That of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
He'd done his bit of
I played the serf
And thanked him I should.
But the house 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 honest guest.
And out of Christian goodness.
When he about your plight

1
You he made a present of this

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

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