Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

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

Now bring me prisoner
Your 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 sister's child was close to
And we starving!

And you will starve
Unless you the meaning of the law.

I know the meaning of those 19
A of the law

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

My name is Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
You always be a slave
Look down, down
You're in your 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 new world
do for me!

[He finds on a farm.]

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

You've me half
What the 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 door is to me
Another jail, another key, another
For I come to any town
check my papers
And they find the mark of
In eyes, I see their fear:
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife:
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 in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some of dog!

You my house
Or feel the of my rod
law-abiding people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The always at your heels
It is the law!
This piece of paper in my
That me cursed throughout the land
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 is cold out there.
Though our lives are very
What we have, we to share.
is wine here to revive you,
There is bread to you strong,
There's a bed to rest morning,
Rest pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
done his bit of good
I the grateful serf
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.]