Luyện nghe bài hát Prologue

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

Look down, down
Don't 'em in the eye
Look down, look down, here until you die
The sun is
hot as hell below
Look down, look down, There's 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 ya won't see me
Here for dust! Look down, look
Don't 'em in the eye
How long O
Before you let me die? Look down, look down, You'll always be a
Look down, down, You're standing in your grave Javert
Now bring me prisoner time is up
And your parole's
You know that means Valjean
Yes, it I'm free Javert
NO! It you get
Your ticket-of-leave
You are a Valjean
I stole a loaf of bread!
You robbed a house!
I broke a pane! My sister's child was close to death
And we starving! Javert
And you starve again
you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean
I the meaning of these 19 years
A of the law Javert
Five years for you did
The because you tried to run
Yes Valjean
My name is Jean Valjean
And I am
Do not forget my
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down, look down
You will be a slave
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.
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
What 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 given me
What the other men get! 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 every is closed to me
Another jail, another key, chain
For I come to any town
check my papers
And they find the mark of
In their eyes, I see their do not want you here.'

[He to an inn.]

Wife
My rooms are
And I've no supper to
I'd like to a stranger
All we want is to be Valjean
I will pay in
I can in a barn
You see how it is
I'm not kind of dog! Innkeeper
You leave my
Or the weight of my rod
We're law-abiding people
be to God.

[They him out.]

And now I know how feels
The jailer at your heels
It is the law! This of paper in my hand
That makes me cursed the land
It is the law! a cur
I the street
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 night is out there.
Though our lives are humble
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, from pain, and rest from wrong. Valjean
He let me eat my
I had the lion's
The silver in my
Cost twice I had earned
In all nineteen years
That of despair
And yet he me.
The old fool me -He's done his bit of good
I played the serf
And him like I should
But when the house was still, I got up in the
Took the
my flight!

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