Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, down, You're here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, 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
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? Look down, down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now me prisoner 24601Your time is up
And your begun
You know what that means
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief
I stole a 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 starve
Unless you the meaning of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The because you tried to run
Yes 24601
My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not my name
Do not forget me24601
Look down, down
You will be a slave
Look down, down
standing 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 the taste
forget 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 work 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
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
Another jail, key, another chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
And they the mark of Cain
In eyes, I see their fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be Valjean
I will pay in
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not some of dog! Innkeeper
You my house
Or the weight 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 piece of paper in my
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law! a cur
I the street
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.
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, There's a bed to rest 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 done his bit of
I played the grateful
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.]