Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, down,
here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
down, look down,
There's years to go
I've no wrong!
Sweet hear my prayer!
Look down, down,
Sweet Jesus doesn't
I know wait,
I know she'll be true!
Look down, down,
all forgotten you
When I get free, ya see me
for dust!
Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
How long O
you let me die?
Look down, down,
You'll be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in your

Now bring me 24601
time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means

Yes, it means I'm

NO!
It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

I broke a pane!
My child was close to death
And we starving!

And you starve again
Unless you learn the of the law.

I know the meaning of those 19
A of the law

Five years for you did
The because you tried to run
Yes

My is Jean Valjean

And I'm
Do not forget my
Do not me

Look down, look
You always be a slave
Look down, look
You're standing in grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
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
What this new
do for me!

[He finds 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!
handful of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's there for to see
Why you get the same
As men like me?

Now door is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For when I come to any
They my papers
And they find the of Cain
In 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 is to be fair

I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not some of dog!

You my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
This piece of paper in my
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

[He down despairingly outside a house 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 to make you strong,
There's a bed to rest morning,
from pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost what I had earned
In all those years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
He's his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him like I
But when the was still,
I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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