Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
Look down, down, There's twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
I get free ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me die? down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in your Javert
Now bring me 24601Your time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I broke a pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you starve again
Unless you learn the of the law. Valjean
I know the of these 19 years
A slave of the law
Five years for you did
The rest because you to run
Yes Valjean
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not my name
Do not me24601 Chorus
Look down, down
You always be a slave
down, look down
You're standing in your grave.
Freedom is mine. The 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
this new world
do for me!

[He work on a farm.]

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

You've me half
What the other men get! This of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
there for people to see
Why you get the same
As honest men me? Valjean
Now every door is to me
jail, another key, another chain
For I come to any town
check my papers
And find the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we is to be fair Valjean
I will pay in
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or feel the of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The beneath my feet.

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

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

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