Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Look down and see the beggars at feet
Look down and some mercy if you can
Look and see the sweepings of the streets
Look down, down,
Upon fellow man!

How do you do? My name's
are my people, here's my patch
Not to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you'd call up to
is my school, my high society
Here in the of Saint Michele
We live on of humble piety
on the teeth, but what the hell!
Think poor?
Think free?
me, follow me!

Look down, and show some if you can
Look down, look down, your fellow man

[An old beggar woman a young prostitute occupying her patch.]

Old Woman:
What you yer at?
Hanging round me
If you're new around here,
You've got a lot to

Young
you old bat
Crazy witch
I give my customers
Some in return

Old Beggar
I know you give!
'em all the pox!
Spread around poison
Till end up in a box

Leave the old cow,
Move it,
She to be no better
the clap got to her brain

When's it end?
When we live?
Something's happen now or
Something's give...
It'll come, it'll come, come
come, it'll come, it'll come

Where the leaders of the
Where are the swells who run show?

Only one man - and Lamarque
Speaks for these people here

See our fed
Help us in our
for a crust of bread
In Holy Jesus'

In the Lord's name.

In his name, in his name, in his name...

Lamarque is ill and fast!
Won't last the week out so say

With all the in the land
How long before the day?
Before we cut the fat ones to size?
the barricades arise?

Watch out for old
All of his family is on the
ran a hash-house down the way
Bit of a swine and no
got a gang
The layabout
Even his daughter her share
That's Eponine, she her way about
Only a kid, but to scare
Do we
Not a cuss!
live us, long live us!

Look down, and show some if you can
Look down, look down, your fellow man!