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 below
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know 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
look 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me Look down, look 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 your parole's
You know what that Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
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 close to
And we starving! Javert
And you will again
Unless you learn the of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A slave of the law
Five for what you did
The because you tried to run
Yes 24601
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
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down, look down
You will always be a
Look down, look
You're standing in your grave.
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What this new
do for me!

[He work on a farm.]

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

You've given me
What the other men get! handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
there for people to see
Why you get the same
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 their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd to help a stranger
All we is to be fair Valjean
I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not some 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 freedom
The always at your heels
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
That me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our lives are humble
What we have, we 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 nineteen years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's his bit of good
I played the serf
And thanked him like I
But the house was still, I got up in the night
Took the
my flight!

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