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, You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, look down, There's 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 know that she'll be true! down, look down, They've all forgotten you
I get free ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me die? Look down, down, You'll always be a slave
down, look down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now me prisoner 24601Your time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief
I stole a of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I broke a window pane! My sister's was close to death
And we starving! Javert
And you will again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes 24601
My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not my name
Do not me24601 Chorus
down, look down
You will always be a
Look down, look
standing in your 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 clean the
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 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 given me
What the other men get! This of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
It's for people to see
Why you get the same
As men like me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I come to any
check my papers
And they the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see their do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And I've no to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be Valjean
I pay in advance
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some kind of dog!
You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at your
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our lives are very
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 lion's
The in my hand
twice what 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 I should
But when the house was still, I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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