Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, down, You're here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
down, look down, There's twenty years to go
I've no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look 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
When I get free ya see me
for dust! Look down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave
down, look down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me 24601Your time is up
And your begun
You know what means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I stole a of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was to death
And we starving! Javert
And you will again
Unless you the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The because you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not my name
Do not forget Chorus
Look down, down
You will always be a
Look down, down
You're standing in grave. Valjean
is mine. The earth is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this new world
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
the other men get! This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
there for people to see
Why you get the same
As honest men me? Valjean
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For I come to any town
check my papers
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be fair
I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog! Innkeeper
You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The always at your heels
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The dirt my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
our lives are very humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to you, There 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 silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all those years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And thanked him like I
But when the was still, I got up in the night
the silver
my flight!

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