Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get ya won't see me
Here for dust! down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in your Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And parole's begun
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
yellow 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 starve again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
I the meaning of these 19 years
A of the law Javert
Five for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not my name
Do not forget Chorus
down, look down
You will always be a
Look down, down
You're in your grave. Valjean
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
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world
do for me!

[He work on a farm.]

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

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

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd like to help a
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 my house
Or feel the of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! piece of paper in my hand
That makes me cursed the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our are very 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 morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
Cost twice I had earned
In all nineteen years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's his bit of good
I played the grateful
And him like I should
But when the house was still, I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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