Luyện nghe bài hát Paris

Look down and see the beggars at feet
Look down and show some if you can
Look down and see the sweepings of the
down, look down,
Upon your man!

How do you do? My name's
These are my people, my patch
Not much to look at, nothing
Nothing you'd call up to scratch
This is my school, my society
Here in the slums of Michele
We live on of humble piety
Tough on the teeth, but the hell!
Think poor?
Think free?
Follow me, me!

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

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

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

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

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

Leave the old cow,
Move it,
She used to be no
Till the clap got to her

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

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

Only one man - and Lamarque
for these people here below

See our fed
us in our shame
Something for a crust of
In Jesus' name

In the Lord's name.

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

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

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

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

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