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, 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 doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I that she'll be true! Look down, look 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 O Lord
Before you let me die? down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in your Javert
Now bring me prisoner 24601Your is up
And your parole's
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we starving! Javert
And you will starve
Unless you learn the of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A slave of the law
Five for what you did
The because you tried 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 your grave.
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How clean the
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this new world
do for me!

[He finds on a farm.]

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

You've me half
What the men get! This handful of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
It's for people to see
Why should you get the
As honest men me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I come to any
check my papers
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see their do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And I've no supper to
I'd to help a stranger
All we is to be fair Valjean
I will pay in
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some kind of dog!
You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
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 beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
our lives are very humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to revive you, There is bread to make you strong, 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 silver in my
Cost what I had earned
In all those years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's his bit of good
I played the serf
And him like I should
But when the was still, I got up in the night
Took the
my flight!

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