Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Woods - Prologue Act I

Once a time

I wish...

in a kingdom

More anything...

lived a maiden,

than jewels...

a sad lad

I wish...

and a baker

More life...

CINDERELLA &
I wish...

his wife.

More anything...

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
More the moon...

BAKER'S
I wish...

The King is a Festival. BAKER & WIFE

More life...

I wish...

I to go to the Festival.

More riches...

I my cow would
give us milk.

And the Ball...

BAKER'S
than anything...

Please,

I we had a child.

BAKER'S
I a child...

Squeeze, pal...

I to go to the Festival.

I you'd give us some
milk or cheese...

I wish...

BAKER'S
I wish we have a child.
I wish...
I wish...

You wish to go to the

The poor mother had died,

You Cinderella, you wish to go to the

What, you, Cinderella, the
The Festival?!

What, you to go to the Festival?

ALL
The
The King's

And her father had for his new wife

The Festival...

a woman two daughters of her own.

Look at nails!

at your dress!

People laugh at you-

CINDERELLA, STEPMOTHER, &
Nevertheless,
I/she want/s to go to the Festival
And before the Prince.

All were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
Jack, on the hand, had no father, and his mother-

JACK'S
I wish...

Well, she was not beautiful-

MOTHER
I wish my son not a fool.
I wish my was not a mess.
I wish the cow was of milk.
I wish the house was of gold-
I a lot of things...

You child!
What are you doing with a cow the house?

A warm enviroment just be
Milky White needs to produce
his milk.

JACK'S
a she!
How many times I tell you?
Only shes can milk!

WIFE
Why, in, little girl.

RED RIDING HOOD
I wish...

not for me,
It's for my in the woods.
A loaf of bread,
To bring my old hungry
in the woods...

Just a of bread, please...

Cinderella's Stepmother had a for her.

I have emptied a pot of lentils into the for you.
If you picked them out again in two hours' time,
you shall go to the ball us.

RED RIDING HOOD
And perhaps a bun?...
Or four?...

in the sky,
in the eaves,
I the leaves,
In the fields,
In the and ponds...

LITTLE RED HOOD
And a few of pies... please...

Come, birds,
Down from the
And the leaves,
fields,
Out of and ponds...

Now, squeeze, pal...

Ahhh...
Quick, birds,
Flick the ashes.
and peck, but swiftly,
Sift the ashes,
the pot...

JACK'S
Listen well, son. must be taken to market.

But, mother, no- the best cow-

MOTHER
Was! Was! been dry for a week.
no food, no money,
and no but to sell her.

But mother...

JACK'S
at her!
There are on her dugs.
are flies in her eyes.
There's a on her rump
Big enough to be a

JACK'S
Son,
We've no to sit and dither,
While her wither with her-
And no one a cow for a friend!

I fear you're touched.

LITTLE RED HOOD
the woods,
It's to go,
I to leave,
I to, though.
the woods-
time, and so
I begin my journey.

the woods
And through the
To I am
ma'am,
Into the
To house-

Into the
To Grandmother's

BAKER'S
You're certain of your

LITTLE RED HOOD
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are trees,
The trees are wood.
I of hate to ask it,
But do you have a

the woods
And the dell,
The is straight,
I it well.
the woods,
And who can
waiting on the journey?

Into the
To bring bread
To who
Is in bed.
Never can
What ahead.
For all I know,
already dead.

But the woods,
the woods,
Into the
To house
And before dark.

Fly, birds,
to the sky,
Back to the
And the
And the
And

up and do my hair, Cinderella!

Are you wearing that?

Here, I found a tear, Cinderella.

Can't you hide it a hat?

You beautiful.

I know.

She me.

Put it in a twist.

Who be there?...

Mother be good,
said be nice,
That was their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good nice-

Tighter!

What's the good of good
If everyone is
And you're always behind?
mind, Cinderella,
Kind
Nice good nice kind nice-

(Florinda Cinderella hard across the face.)

Not tight!

I'm sorry.

Clod.

Because the had lost his Father
and his Mother in a accident...
Well, at least that's he believed,
he was eager to have a family of his own, and was
that all until now had failed.

Who might be?

WIFE
We've sold our last of bread.

It's the witch from door!

BAKER & BAKER'S
We no bread.

Of course got no bread!

Then is it you wish?

It's not what I wish! It's you wish!

(points to Wife)
Nothing in there now is there?

The old enchantress told the she had
placed a spell on house.

What

In the past, when you were no more a babe,
your Father brought his young wife and you here to cottage.
They were a couple,
but not neighbours!
You see, your mother was child,
and she had an unusual appetite.
She one look at my beautiful garden,
and told your father that what she more than
anything in the was

(rapping)
Greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, and celery,
and watercress and
Fiddleferns, lettuce-!

He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite,
'Cause I caught him in the
In my one night!
He was me,
me,
Rooting my rutabaga,
my arugula and
Ripping up my
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have a spell on him
there,
Could have changed him into
Or a dog or a chair...

But I let him the rampion-
I'd to spare.
In return, however,
I said, "Fair is
You can let me have the
That your wife bear.

And call it square."

I had a

No! But you had a sister.

But the witch to tell him anymore of his sister.
Not even that her was Rapunzel.

I though I had more than reasonable.
And that we all might live happily after.
But how was I to what your father
had hidden in his pocket?
You see, I had inheireted that garden,
my mother me that I would be punished
if I were to ever any of the BEANS!

& WIFE

The beans.

I let him go,
I know
stolen my beans!

I was him crawl,
over the wall-!
bang! Crash!
And the flash!
well, that's another story,
Never
Anyway, at
The big day came,
And I my claim.
"Oh, don't away the baby,"
shrieked and screeched,
But I did,
And I hid her
Where she'll be reached.

Your cried,
your died.
And for extra
I it was a pleasure-
I said, "Sorry,
I'm not mollified."

And I laid spell on them-
You, too,
your family tree
Would always be a one...

BAKER'S
No!!

So no more fuss
And no more scenes
And my garden
You see my nectarines!
But I'm you the same
I tell and queens:
Don't ever ever
Mess around my greens!
the beans.

JACK'S
Now closely to me, Jack. Milky-White to market and
the best price you can.
Take no less than pounds.
Are you to me?

Jack Jack,
in a sack,
The is getting colder,
is not the time for dreaming.

Chimney
to crack,
The mice are bolder,
The gone slack,
Your getting older,
Your not back,
And you can't just sit here pretty dreams.

To and wait
day to day
Will keep
The away.

So into the
The is now.
We to live,
I don't how.
the woods
To the cow,
You begin the journey.
to the woods
and delay-
We to face
The marketplace.
Into the woods to journey's

Into the woods to sell a

MOTHER
Someday you'll a real pet, Jack.

A piggy?!

JACK'S
(groan)

Meanwhile, the Witch, for of her own,
explained how the Baker lift the spell;

You wish to
The reversed?
need a certain
first.
Go to the and bring me back
One: the cow as as milk,
Two: the as red as blood,
the hair as yellow as corn,
Four: the as pure as gold.

Bring me
the chime
Of midnight,
In day's time,
And you have,
I guarantee,
A child as
As can be.

Go to the wood!

Ladies.
Our waits.

Now may I go to the

The Festival-!
Darling, nails!
Darling, clothes!
Lentils are one but
Darling, those,
You'd make us the fools of the
And the Prince!

FATHER
Our is waiting.

We be gone.

night, Father.
I wish...

Look what I found in father's jacket.

BAKER'S
Six beans.

I wonder if are-

WIFE
The Witch's beans! take them with us!

No! You are not to come.

BAKER'S
I you are fearful of the woods at night.

No! The is on my house.
I can lift the spell,
The is on my house.

WIFE
No, no, the is on our house.
We lift the spell.

No. You are not to come and is final.
Now am I to return with?

WIFE
You remember?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as as corn,
The slipper as pure as

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as as corn,
The slipper as as gold...

And so the Baker, reluctantly, set off to the
demands.
And as for

I wish to go to the Festival,
But how am I to get to the Festival?

The cow as as milk,
The as red as blood,
The hair as yellow as

I know!
I'll visit grave,
The grave at the tree,
And her I just want to
Go to the Festival...

The as pure as gold...
The cow, the cape,
The slipper as pure as

WIFE
The hair-!

CINDERELLA &
the woods,
It's to go,
It may be all
In vain, I know.
the woods-
But so,
I to take the journey.

CINDERELLA, BAKER &
the woods,
The is straight,
You it well,
But who can

Into the woods to the spell-

Into the to visit Mother-

BAKER'S
the woods to fetch the things-

To make the

To got to the

CINDERELLA, JACK, MOTHER, BAKER, WIFE
the woods
regret,
The is made,
The is set.
the woods,
But not
why I'm on the journey.
(Little Red hood Joins)
Into the
to get my wish,
I care how,
The is now.

MOTHER
Into the woods to sell the

Into the woods to get the

WIFE
Into the to lift the spell-

To the potion-

To go to the

LITTLE RED RIDING
Into the woods to house...
Into the woods to house...

ALL
The way is clear,
The is good,
I no fear,
No no one should.
The are just trees,
The are just wood.
No to be afraid there-

CINDERELLA &
There's something in the there...

ALL
the woods,
delay,
But no
To the way.
the woods,
Who what may
Be lurking on the

the woods
To get the
That makes it
The journeying.
into the

STEMOTHER &
To see the

JACK &
To sell the

BAKER &
To make the

ALL
To
To
To
To
To
To
To go to the Festival-!

the woods!
the woods!
the woods,
out of the woods,
And home dark!