Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, here 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 my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, down, They've all forgotten you
When I get ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me 24601Your time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a thief
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was close to
And we starving! Javert
And you starve again
Unless you the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A slave of the law
Five for what you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not forget my
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down, look down
You will be a slave
down, look 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
this new world
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
What the other men get! handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
It's there for to see
Why should you get the
As honest men like me?
Now every door is to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I to any town
They check my
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And no supper to spare
I'd like to help a
All we is to be fair Valjean
I will pay in
I can sleep in a
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 how freedom feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
That me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
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
we have, we have to share.
There is wine here to you, There is bread to make you strong, There's 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 in my hand
Cost twice I had earned
In all those years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -He's done his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But the house was still, I got up in the night
Took the
my flight!

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