Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're until you die
The sun is
hot as hell below
Look down, look down, twenty years to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care
I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Look down, look down, They've all you
When I get free ya see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
look 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, always be a slave
Look down, look down, standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And your begun
You know what that Valjean
Yes, it means I'm free
NO! It you get
yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
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 starve
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A slave of the law
Five years for you did
The rest because you to run
Yes 24601
My name is Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not forget Chorus
Look down, look
You will be a slave
Look down, 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 them, for what they've done.
are the guilty, everyone.
The day begins...
And now see
this 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
What the men get! This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat!
You the law
It's there for to see
Why you get the same
As honest men like me?
Now door is closed to me
jail, another key, another chain
For when I come to any
They check my
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their fear:`We do not you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd like to a stranger
All we is to be fair Valjean
I pay in advance
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 know how feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! This piece of in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The dirt my feet.

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

Come in, Sir, for you are
And the is cold out there.
Though our lives are very
What we have, we 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 what I had
In all those years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old trusted me -He's done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him like I
But the house was still, I got up in the night
Took the
my flight!

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