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

Now me prisoner 24601
time is up
And parole's begun
You know that means

Yes, it I'm free

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
Unless you learn the of the law.

I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law

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

My name is Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
Drink from the pool. How the taste
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 finds on a farm.]

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect bits and pieces there
And be on way.

You've given me
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 every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For when I to any town
They check my
And they find the of Cain
In eyes, I see their fear:
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

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

I will pay in
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind 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 at your heels
It is the law!
This piece of paper in my
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I the street
The dirt my feet.

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

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

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost twice 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 the grateful serf
And thanked him 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.]