Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
down, look down,
You're until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, down,
twenty years to go
I've no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!
down, look down,
Sweet doesn't care
I she'll wait,
I know that be true!
down, look 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 always be a
Look down, down,
standing in your grave

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

Yes, it means I'm

NO!
It you get
Your 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 will starve
Unless you the meaning of the law.

I the meaning of those 19 years
A of the law

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

My is Jean Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, down
You always be a slave
Look down, look
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 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 pieces
And be on way.

You've given me
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, another
For when I to any town
They my papers
And they the mark of Cain
In their eyes, I see their
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd to help a stranger
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 my house
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
This piece of in my hand
That makes me cursed the land
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The beneath 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 humble
we have, we have to share.
There is here to revive you,
is bread to make you strong,
There's a bed to till morning,
Rest from pain, and from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all nineteen years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him like I
But the house was still,
I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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