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

Now bring me prisoner
Your is up
And parole's begun
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 broke a pane!
My child was close to death
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 years for you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes

My name is Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, down
You will always be a
down, look down
You're standing in 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 clean the
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 me half
What the men get!
handful 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, another key, another
For I come 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.]

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

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

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

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The always at your heels
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 beneath 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
What we have, we to share.
There is wine to revive you,
There is bread to you strong,
a bed to rest till morning,
Rest pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost twice what I had
In all those years
lifetime of despair
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
the silver
my flight!

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