Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look
You're here you die

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as below

Look down, down
there's twenty to go.

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

Look down, down
Sweet Jesus care

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

Look down, down
They've all you

4TH
When I get
You see me
for dust

Look down, down
look 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
you let me die?

Look down, down
always be a slave
Look down, down
standing in your grave.

Now bring me prisoner
time is up
And your begun
You know what means.

Yes, it I'm free.

NO! It you get
Your yellow
You are a thief.

I stole a of bread.

You a house.

I a window pane.
My sister's child was to death
And we starving.

You starve again
you learn the meaning of the law.

I know the of those 19 years
A of the law.

Five years for you did
The rest because you 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 the wind. I breathe again.
And the clear.
The is waking.
Drink the pool. How clean the taste.
Never the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
For what done.
are the guilty- every one.
The day begins...
And now see
this new world,
do for me!

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

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

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

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

INNKEEPERS
My are full
And I've no supper to
I'd like to a stranger
All we is to be fair.

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

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

And now I how freedom feels
The always at your heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of paper in my
It makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law!
Like a
I the street,
The beneath their feet...

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

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This silver in my
twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old trusted me-
done his bit of good
I played the greatful
And thanked him I should.
But the house was still,
I got up in the
the silver,
my flight!

1
Tell his reverence story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You were here last night.

2
You the honest Bishop's guest.
And than out of goodness.
When he learned about plight

1
You mantain he made a of this

is right.
But my you left so early,
Surely something your mind.
You forgot I gave also.
Would you leave the best
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I commend you for your
And blessing go with you.

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