Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
Look down, down, There's twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get free ya see me
Here for dust! Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner 24601Your is up
And parole's begun
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a Valjean
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was close to
And we starving! Javert
And you will again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
I know the meaning of these 19
A slave of the law
Five years for you did
The because you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget me24601
Look down, look
You always be a slave
Look down, down
You're 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 the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for what 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 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
It's there for to see
Why should you get the
As men like me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For when I to any town
They check my
And they the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see their do not want 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 is to be fair Valjean
I will pay in
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
We're law-abiding here
be to God.

[They him out.]

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

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
our lives are very humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to revive you, There is bread to 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 in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -He's done his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But when the house was still, I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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