Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, down
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 hear my prayer!
Look down, 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, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me
down, look down,
You'll always be a
down, look down,
You're standing in your

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And parole's begun
You what that 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 a window pane!
My sister's child was to death
And we starving!

And you will starve
Unless you the meaning 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 Jean

And I'm
Do not forget my
Do not me

Look down, down
You will always be a
down, look down
You're standing in grave.

is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I 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
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 you get the same
As honest men me?

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

[He to an inn.]

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

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

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

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at your
It is the law!
This of paper in my hand
That 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.
is wine here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
There's a bed to 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 lifetime of
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
the silver
my flight!

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