Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

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

Now bring me 24601
time is up
And your begun
You know that means

Yes, it I'm free

NO!
It you get
yellow 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 the meaning of the law.

I know the of those 19 years
A of the law

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

My is Jean Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
You always be a slave
Look down, down
standing in your 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 clean the
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this 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 me half
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now every is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For I come to any town
check my papers
And find the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see fear:
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd like to help a
All we want is to be

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

You leave my
Or feel the of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
piece of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The dirt 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 lives are very
we have, we have to share.
There is here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
There's a bed to till morning,
from pain, and rest from wrong.

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

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