Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, 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, There's twenty to go
I've done no wrong! Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, down, They've all forgotten you
I get free ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave
down, look down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And parole's begun
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a thief
I stole a of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will starve
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
I know the meaning of these 19
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The rest because you to run
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My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not my name
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Look down, look
You will be a slave
Look down, down
standing in your grave. Valjean
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How 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 this new
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 for people to see
Why should you get the
As honest men like me?
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For when I come to any
They my papers
And they find the of Cain
In eyes, I see their fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And no supper to spare
I'd like to 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 feel the of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer always at your
It is the law! piece of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The dirt my feet.

[He sits down despairingly a house from which 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 here to revive you, There is bread to make 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 lion's
The in my hand
Cost what I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -He's done his bit of good
I played the serf
And thanked him 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 back by two constables.]