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
hot as hell below
Look down, 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 wait, I know that 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, down
look 'em in the eye
How O Lord
you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in grave Javert
Now me prisoner 24601Your time is up
And your begun
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I stole a loaf of bread!
You a house! Valjean
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will again
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A slave of the law
Five years for you did
The rest because you to run
Yes Valjean
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget Chorus
Look down, down
You always be a slave
Look down, down
You're standing in your grave.
is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How 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 there
And be on way.

You've given me
the other men get! This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
there for people to see
Why should you get the
As honest men me? Valjean
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For when I come to any
They check my
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My are full
And I've no to spare
I'd like to help a
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 of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! This piece of paper in my
That makes me cursed throughout the
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 is cold out there.
Though our are very 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 from wrong.
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
Cost 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 played the grateful
And him like I should
But when the was still, I got up in the night
the silver
my flight!

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