Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
Look down, 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 Jesus doesn't
I know wait,
I know she'll be true!
Look down, down,
They've all you
I get free, ya won't see me
for dust!
Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me
down, look down,
You'll be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in grave

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And parole's begun
You know what that

Yes, it means I'm

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 child was to death
And we starving!

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

I know the of those 19 years
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 forget my
Do not me

Look down, look
You always be a slave
Look down, look
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 them, for what 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 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 there for to see
Why should you get the
As men like me?

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

[He to an inn.]

Wife:
My rooms are
And no supper to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be

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

You leave my
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!
This piece of paper in my
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

[He sits 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.
is wine here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
a bed to rest till morning,
Rest from pain, and from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
twice what I had earned
In all those years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's his bit of good
I played the serf
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.]