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, down, You're here until you die
The sun is
hot as hell below
Look down, 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 that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all 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, look down, 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 that means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You a house! Valjean
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will starve
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes 24601
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget Chorus
down, look down
You always be a slave
down, look down
You're in your grave. Valjean
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
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What this new
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 me half
What the men get! This handful of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
there for people to see
Why you get the same
As men like me? Valjean
Now every door is to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For when I to any town
They my papers
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see their do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
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 some kind of dog!
You leave my
Or feel the of my rod
We're law-abiding here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at your
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to revive you, 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 share
The in my hand
Cost twice I had earned
In all nineteen years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -He's done his bit of good
I played the serf
And thanked him I should
But the house was still, I got up in the night
the silver
my flight!

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