Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
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, look down, There's twenty 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 know that she'll be true! down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get free ya see me
Here for dust! down, look down
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner 24601Your is up
And your begun
You know what that Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a Valjean
I stole a loaf of bread!
You robbed a house!
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was to death
And we were starving!
And you starve again
Unless you learn the of the law. Valjean
I know the of these 19 years
A of the law Javert
Five for what you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes 24601
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget me24601
down, look down
You always be a slave
Look down, look
You're in your grave. Valjean
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink from the pool. How clean the
forget 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 work 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
What the other men get! This of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
It's there for to see
Why you get the same
As honest men me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For when I come to any
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 is to be fair Valjean
I will pay in
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 people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is 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 till morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -He's done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him I should
But the house was still, I got up in the night
Took the
my flight!

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