Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by warders, works in the sun.]

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
down, look down, You're here until you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, down, They've all forgotten you
When I get free ya see me
Here for dust! down, look down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner 24601Your is up
And parole's begun
You know what that means
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief
I stole a of bread! Javert
You robbed a house!
I broke a window pane! My sister's child was to death
And we starving! Javert
And you will again
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I know the meaning of these 19
A of the law Javert
years for what you did
The rest because you to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget Chorus
Look down, look
You will always be a
Look down, down
standing in your grave. Valjean
Freedom is mine. The is still.
I the wind. I breathe again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
Drink the pool. How clean the taste
forget the years, the waste.
Nor them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world
do for me!

[He finds on a farm.]

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

You've given me
the other men get! This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
there for people to see
Why should you get the
As honest men like me?
Now every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For when I come to any
check my papers
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see fear:`We do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My rooms are
And no supper to spare
I'd like to help a
All we want is to be Valjean
I pay in advance
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not some of dog! Innkeeper
You leave my
Or feel the of my rod
We're law-abiding here
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law! a cur
I the street
The dirt my feet.

[He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the night is out there.
Though our lives are humble
we have, we have to share.
There is wine here to revive you, There is bread to make you strong, There's a bed to till morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost what I had earned
In all nineteen years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool 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 night
Took the
my flight!

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