Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

1ST
The sun is
It's hot as hell

Look down, down
twenty years to go.

2ND
I've done no
Sweet Jesus, my prayer

Look down, down
Sweet Jesus doesn't

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

Look down, down
all forgotten you

4TH
I get free
You see me
for dust

Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye.

5TH
How long, O
Before you let me

Look down, look
You'll be a slave
Look down, look
You're in your grave.

Now me prisoner 24601
time is up
And parole's begun
You what that means.

Yes, it I'm free.

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

I a loaf of bread.

You a house.

I broke a pane.
My child was close to death
And we starving.

You starve again
Unless you the meaning of the law.

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

Five years for you did
The rest you tried to run
Yes, 24601.

My is Jean Valjean!

And I'm Javert!
Do not my name
Do not me

Look down, down
You'll be a slave
Look down, down
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.
forget the years, the waste.
Nor forgive
For what done.
are the guilty- every one.
The day begins...
And now see
What new world,
do for me!

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

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

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

Now door is closed to me
Another jail. Another key. Chain.
For I come to any town
They check my
And they the mark of Cain.
In eyes
I see their
"We do not you here."

INNKEEPERS
My rooms are
And I've no to spare
I'd like to help a
All we is to be fair.

I will pay in
I will in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog.

You my house!
Or the weight of my rod.
We're people here
be to God.

And now I how freedom feels
The jailer always at heels
It is the law!
Ths piece of in my hand
It makes me throughout the land
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.
is bread to make you strong.
There's a bed to rest morning.
Rest from pain, and rest wrong.

He let me eat my fill.
I had the share.
This in my hand
Costs twice what I had
In all nineteen years-
lifetime of despair
And yet he me-
The old trusted me-
He'd done his bit of
I played the greatful
And him like I should.
But when the was still,
I got up in the
the silver,
my flight!

1
Tell his reverence story.

2
Let us see if impressed.

1
You lodging here last night.

2
You were the 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 friend you so early,
Surely something slipped mind.
You forgot I these also.
Would you leave the best
So, Messieurs, you may him
For this man has true.
I commend you for duty
And blessing go with you.

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