Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

1815, Toulon, France. The gang, overseen 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 hell
Look down, down,
There's years to go
done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!
down, look down,
Sweet Jesus care
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, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me
Look down, down,
You'll always be a
Look down, down,
You're standing in your

Now me prisoner 24601
Your is up
And parole's begun
You know what means

Yes, it I'm free

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

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

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

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

I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law

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

My name is Valjean

And I'm
Do not forget my
Do not me

Look down, down
You always be a slave
Look down, look
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
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this 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 given me
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's there for to see
Why should you get the
As honest men me?

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

[He to an inn.]

Wife:
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd like to 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
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
This of paper in my hand
makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

[He sits down despairingly outside a house which emerges the Bishop 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 here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
a bed to rest till morning,
Rest from pain, and rest wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all those nineteen
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -
He's his bit of good
I played the grateful
And him like I should
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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