Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, down, You're here until you die
The sun is
hot as hell below
Look down, look down, There's years to go
done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get 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, down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're in your grave Javert
Now bring me 24601Your time is up
And your begun
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I a loaf of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I a window pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you starve again
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A slave of the law
years for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes 24601
My name is Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget me24601
Look down, down
You will always be a
Look down, 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 clean the
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What 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 me half
What the other men get! This 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 every is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I come to any
check my papers
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And I've no supper to
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be Valjean
I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog! Innkeeper
You leave my
Or feel the of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at your
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
That me cursed throughout the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The beneath my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is 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 till morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me -He's done his bit of
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But when the was still, I got up in the night
the silver
my flight!

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