Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
down, look down, There's twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get ya won't see me
Here for dust! down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in your grave
Now bring me 24601Your time is up
And your parole's
You know what means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a Valjean
I stole a of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I broke a 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 know the of these 19 years
A slave of the law
Five years for you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not my name
Do not forget me24601
Look down, down
You will always be a
Look down, look
standing in your grave. Valjean
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for what 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 bits and pieces
And be on way.

You've given me
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 men like me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
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 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 kind of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or feel the of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This piece of paper in my
That makes me cursed the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

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

in, Sir, for you are weary
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are very
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, from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And him like I should
But when the house was still, I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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