Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, down,
You're here 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 Jesus doesn't
I she'll wait,
I know that be true!
Look down, down,
all forgotten you
When I get free, ya see me
for dust!
Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me
Look down, down,
always be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in grave

Now bring me prisoner
Your is up
And your begun
You what that means

Yes, it I'm free

NO!
It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

I a window pane!
My sister's was close to death
And we starving!

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

I know the meaning of those 19
A of the law

Five for what you did
The because 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 in your grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
Drink the pool. How clean the taste
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What this new
do for me!

[He finds on a farm.]

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect your bits and there
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 you get the same
As men like me?

Now every is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I to any town
They check my
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 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 some of dog!

You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
This of paper in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I the street
The dirt 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.
our lives are very humble
What we have, we to share.
There is wine here to you,
is bread to make you strong,
There's a bed to rest morning,
from pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
Cost twice what I had
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's done his bit of
I played the grateful
And him like I should
But the house was still,
I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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