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 until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, down,
twenty years to go
I've no wrong!
Sweet hear my prayer!
Look down, down,
Sweet Jesus doesn't
I she'll 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
look 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me
down, look down,
You'll be a slave
Look down, down,
You're standing in your

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

Yes, it I'm free

NO!
It you get
Your yellow
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 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 rest you tried to run
Yes

My is Jean Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
Drink the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What 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 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 honest men me?

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

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And no supper to spare
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 some of dog!

You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding 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 cursed the land
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

[He sits down despairingly outside a house from emerges the Bishop of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our lives are very
we have, we have to share.
There is wine to revive you,
is bread to make you strong,
There's a bed to rest morning,
Rest from pain, and rest wrong.

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

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