Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Look down and see the at your feet
Look down and show some if you can
Look down and see the of the streets
down, look down,
Upon your man!

How do you do? My Gavroche
These are my people, my patch
Not much to at, nothing posh
Nothing that call up to scratch
is my school, my high society
Here in the slums of Michele
We live on crumbs of piety
Tough on the teeth, but the hell!
Think you're
Think you're
Follow me, me!

Look down, and show some if you can
Look down, look down, upon fellow man

[An old beggar woman finds a young occupying her patch.]

Old Woman:
What you yer at?
Hanging me pitch?
If new around here, girl
You've got a lot to

Young
you old bat
Crazy witch
'Least I give my
pleasure in return

Old Woman:
I what you give!
'em all the pox!
Spread around your
Till end up in a box

Leave the old cow,
it, Madeleine
She used to be no
Till the clap got to her

When's it gonna
we gonna live?
Something's happen now or
Something's give...
It'll come, come, it'll come
come, it'll come, it'll come

Where the leaders of the
Where are the swells who run this

Only one man - and Lamarque
Speaks for these people below

See our fed
us in our shame
Something for a crust of
In Holy name

In the Holy name.

In his name, in his name, in his name...

Lamarque is ill and fast!
Won't last the out so they say

With all the anger in the
How long before the day?
Before we cut the fat ones to size?
the barricades arise?

Watch out for old
All of his family is on the
Once ran a down the way
Bit of a and no mistake
He's got a
The layabout
Even his does her share
That's Eponine, she knows her way
Only a kid, but hard to
Do we
Not a cuss!
Long live us, live us!

Look down, and show some if you can
Look down, look down, upon your man!