Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue - Work Song

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

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
down, look down,
You're until you die
The sun is
hot as hell below
Look down, down,
twenty years to go
I've no wrong!
Jesus hear my prayer!
Look down, down,
Sweet Jesus care
I she'll wait,
I know she'll be true!
Look down, down,
They've all you
When I get free, ya see me
for dust!
Look down, down
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me
Look down, down,
You'll always be a
down, look down,
You're standing in your

Now me prisoner 24601
time is up
And your begun
You know that means

Yes, it I'm free

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

I stole a of bread!

You a house!

I broke a pane!
My sister's was close to death
And we starving!

And you will again
Unless you learn the of the law.

I know the meaning of 19 years
A of the law

Five years for you did
The because you tried to run
Yes

My name is Valjean

And I'm
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, look
You will always be a
Look down, look
standing in your grave.

Freedom is mine. The is still.
I feel the wind. I again.
And the sky clears, the is waking.
Drink from the pool. How the taste
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive them, for they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world
do for me!

[He work 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
the other men get!
This of tin
buy my sweat!

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

Now every is closed to me
Another jail, key, another chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see fear:
`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife:
My are full
And I've no to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we is to be fair

I pay in advance
I can sleep in a
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog!

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

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law!
This of paper 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 the Bishop of Digne.]

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are very
we have, we have to share.
There is here to revive you,
There is to make you strong,
There's a bed to till morning,
from pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my
I had the share
The silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all nineteen years
lifetime of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -
He's done his bit of
I the grateful serf
And thanked him I should
But the house was still,
I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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