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, down, You're here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, down, There's twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, look down, all forgotten you
When I get free ya see me
for dust! Look down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll be a slave
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner 24601Your is up
And parole's begun
You know what that means
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I stole a of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I broke a window pane! My child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will starve
Unless you the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A of the law Javert
Five for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes 24601
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not my name
Do not me24601 Chorus
Look down, down
You always be a slave
Look down, look
You're standing in grave. Valjean
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what 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 bits and pieces 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
jail, another key, another chain
For when I to any town
They check my
And they the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And I've no 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 kind of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or feel the 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 of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

[He down despairingly outside 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 wine here to revive you, There is bread to make you strong, There's a bed to rest till morning, from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
Cost twice what I had
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
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 silver cup, he off, but is brought back by two constables.]