Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

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

Now bring me 24601
time is up
And your parole's
You know what means

Yes, it means I'm

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

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

I a window pane!
My sister's child was close to
And we starving!

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

I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law

Five for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes

My name is Jean

And I'm
Do not forget my
Do not me

Look down, look
You will always be a
Look down, down
You're in your grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
Drink 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 new world
do for me!

[He finds 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 men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now door 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 fear:
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife:
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be

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

You leave my
Or feel the of my rod
law-abiding 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 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 which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our are very humble
What we have, we to share.
is wine here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
There's a bed to rest morning,
Rest pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool 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
Took the
my flight!

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