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
Look down, look down, You're here you die
The sun is
It's hot as below
Look down, look down, There's twenty to go
I've no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
I get free ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll be a slave
Look down, look down, standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a Valjean
I stole a loaf of bread!
You robbed a house!
I broke a pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we starving! Javert
And you starve again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
I the meaning of these 19 years
A of the law Javert
Five for what you did
The rest because you to run
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My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not forget my
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down, look down
You always be a slave
down, look down
You're in your grave. Valjean
is mine. The earth is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waiting.
from the pool. How clean the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this 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 me half
What the other men get! This of tin
buy my sweat! Laborer
You the law
It's for people to see
Why should you get the
As men like me? Valjean
Now every door is to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For I come to any town
check my papers
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Innkeeper's
My are full
And I've no supper to
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be Valjean
I will pay in
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not some kind of dog!
You my house
Or feel the of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

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

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold 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 rest till morning, Rest pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all those nineteen
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -He's done his bit of good
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But when the was still, I got up in the night
the silver
my flight!

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