Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
down, look 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 know 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, down
look '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 that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was 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 because you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget me24601
down, look down
You will be a slave
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
What this new
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 other men get! handful of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
It's there for to see
Why should you get the
As honest men like me?
Now door is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For when I come to any
They check my
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their do not want 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 pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not some kind of dog!
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 feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! piece of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout 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.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our are very humble
What we have, we to share.
is wine here to revive 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 what I had earned
In all nineteen years
That lifetime of
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 when the house was still, I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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