Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
Look down, down
here until you die

1ST
The sun is
hot as hell below

Look down, down
there's twenty to go.

2ND
done no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, look
Jesus doesn't care

3RD
I she'll wait
I that she'll be true

Look down, down
They've all you

4TH
I get free
You see me
for dust

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

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 I'm free.

NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief.

I a loaf of bread.

You a house.

I a window pane.
My sister's child was close to
And we starving.

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 because you tried to run
Yes, 24601.

My name is Valjean!

And I'm Javert!
Do not forget my
Do not me

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
from the pool. How clean the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
For what done.
They are the guilty- one.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world,
do for me!

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

You given 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 every is closed to me
Another jail. key. Another Chain.
For when I come to any
They my papers
And they find the of Cain.
In eyes
I see fear
"We do not you here."

WIFE
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd like to help a
All we is to be fair.

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

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

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of paper in my
It makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
a curse
I the street,
The dirt beneath feet...

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our are vey humble
we have, we have to share.
There is wine here to you.
There is bread to you strong.
a bed to rest 'til morning.
Rest from pain, and from wrong.

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This silver in my
Costs what I had earned
In all nineteen years-
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old fool me-
done his bit of good
I played the greatful
And him like I should.
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver,
my flight!

1
Tell his your story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You were lodging here night.

2
You the honest Bishop's guest.
And than out of goodness.
When he learned your plight

1
You mantain he made a present of

is right.
But my you left so early,
Surely slipped your mind.
You I gave these also.
Would you the best behind?
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I commend you for your
And blessing go with you.

(to VALJEAN) But remember this, my
See in some higher plan.
You must use precious silver
To an honest man.
By the of the martyrs
By the Passion and the
God has you out of darkness
I bought your soul for God!