Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as below

Look down, down
there's years to go.

2ND
I've no wrong
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, look
Sweet Jesus care

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

Look down, down
all forgotten you

4TH
When I get
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 always be a
Look down, down
standing in your grave.

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And your parole's
You what that means.

Yes, it I'm free.

NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief.

I stole a of bread.

You a house.

I broke a pane.
My child was close to death
And we starving.

You will starve
Unless you 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 my name
Do not me

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

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
Drink from the pool. How the taste.
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them
For they've done.
are the guilty- every one.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world,
do for me!

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

You given me half
What the men get
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now door is closed to me
Another jail. key. Another Chain.
For when I to any town
They my papers
And they the mark of Cain.
In eyes
I see their
"We do not you here."

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

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

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

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
Ths of paper in my hand
It makes me throughout the land
It is the law!
Like a
I the street,
The dirt their feet...

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

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years-
That of despair
And yet he me-
The old trusted me-
He'd his bit of good
I the greatful serf
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 last night.

2
You were the Bishop's guest.
And out of Christian goodness.
he learned about your plight

1
You mantain he made a present of

is right.
But my you left so early,
Surely slipped your mind.
You forgot I gave also.
Would you leave the behind?
So, Messieurs, you may him
For man has spoken true.
I you for your duty
And God's blessing go you.

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