Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
look '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 Jesus my prayer!
down, look 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
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 your

Now bring me 24601
Your is up
And your begun
You know what 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 broke a pane!
My sister's was close to death
And we starving!

And you will again
Unless you learn the of the law.

I know the of those 19 years
A of the law

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

My is Jean Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
You will be a slave
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 the taste
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 work 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
What the men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now every door is to me
jail, another key, another chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
And find the mark 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 supper to
I'd to help a stranger
All we is to be fair

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
We're law-abiding 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
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I the street
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 are very humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to you,
There is bread to you strong,
There's a bed to till morning,
from pain, and rest 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 serf
And thanked him I should
But the house was still,
I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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