Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, You're until you die
The sun is
It's hot as hell
Look down, look down, There's twenty to go
I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus hear my prayer! Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't
I know she'll wait, I know that be true! Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you
When I get free ya see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How O Lord
Before you let me die? down, look down, You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down, You're standing in grave Javert
Now me prisoner 24601Your time is up
And your parole's
You know that means Valjean
Yes, it means I'm Javert
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 pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving!
And you will again
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A slave of the law
years for what you did
The because you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My is Jean Valjean Javert
And I am
Do not forget my
Do not me24601 Chorus
Look down, down
You will always be a
down, look down
You're 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 me half
the other 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 men like me? Valjean
Now door is closed to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For I come to any town
They my papers
And they find the of Cain
In their eyes, I see their do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My are full
And no supper to spare
I'd to help a stranger
All we want is to be fair
I will pay in
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 people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law! piece of paper in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the
It is the law! a cur
I walk the
The beneath 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 wine here to revive you, There is bread to make you strong, a bed to rest till morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The in my hand
Cost twice what I had
In all those years
That lifetime of
And yet he me.
The old fool trusted me done his bit of good
I played the grateful
And thanked him like I
But when the house was still, I got up in the
the silver
my flight!

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