Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by warders, works 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 twenty to go
done no wrong!
Sweet Jesus my prayer!
Look down, down,
Sweet doesn't care
I she'll wait,
I know she'll be true!
down, look down,
They've all you
When I get free, ya see me
for dust!
Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me
Look down, down,
You'll be a slave
down, look down,
You're standing in grave

Now me prisoner 24601
Your is up
And your begun
You what that means

Yes, it means I'm

NO!
It you get
Your yellow
You are a

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

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

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

I the meaning of those 19 years
A of the law

Five years for 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, look
You're in your grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for what done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this new world
do for me!

[He work on a farm.]

You'll to go
pay you off for the day
Collect your bits and there
And be on way.

You've me half
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

You the law
It's for people to see
Why you get the same
As men like me?

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

[He to an inn.]

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

I will pay in
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some 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 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 from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are humble
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 rest wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The in my hand
Cost twice what I had
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 him like I should
But when the was still,
I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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