Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

1815, Toulon, France. The gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun.]

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, look down, all forgotten you
When I get ya won't see me
for dust! Look down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll be a slave
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And your parole's
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will starve
Unless you the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The because you tried to run
Yes 24601
My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not my name
Do not forget Chorus
down, look down
You will be a slave
down, look down
You're in your grave. Valjean
is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How clean the
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for what done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What this new
do for me!

[He finds on a farm.]

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect your bits and there
And be on way.

You've me half
What the other men get! handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
It's for people to see
Why should you get the
As men like me? Valjean
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For I come to any town
check my papers
And find the mark of Cain
In eyes, I see their fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be fair
I will pay in
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

[He sits despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our lives are humble
we have, we have to share.
There is wine here to revive you, There is bread to make you strong, There's a bed to rest till morning, Rest from pain, and rest wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost twice what I had
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him like I
But when the house was still, I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

[Taking the cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables.]