Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
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 know she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a
Look down, look down, You're standing in your grave
Now me prisoner 24601Your time is up
And your parole's
You know that means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm 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 window pane! My sister's was close 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 slave of the law
years for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes 24601
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget Chorus
down, look down
You will be a slave
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 the pool. How clean the taste
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 finds on a farm.]

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

You've me half
What the other men get! This of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
It's there for to see
Why you get the same
As honest men like me?
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
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 I've no to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be fair
I will pay in
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 law-abiding 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 me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are very
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 morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
Cost twice I had earned
In all those nineteen
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool me -He's done 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 cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables.]