Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, down,
You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
down, look down,
There's years to go
done no wrong!
Sweet hear my prayer!
down, look down,
Sweet Jesus care
I she'll wait,
I that she'll be true!
Look down, down,
all forgotten you
When I get free, ya see me
for dust!
Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
you let me die?
Look down, down,
You'll always be a
Look down, down,
You're in your grave

Now me prisoner 24601
Your is up
And your parole's
You know that means

Yes, it means I'm

NO!
It you get
Your yellow
You are a

I a loaf of bread!

You a house!

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

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

I know the meaning of those 19
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 my name
Do not me

Look down, down
You will be a slave
Look down, down
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 forgive them, for what 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 bits 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 for people to see
Why should you get the
As men like me?

Now every door is to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For when I come to any
check my papers
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see 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 people here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how freedom
The jailer always at heels
It is the law!
This piece of in my hand
That makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a cur
I walk the
The beneath my feet.

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

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

He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
twice what 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 serf
And thanked him I should
But the house was still,
I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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