LesMiserables音樂劇《悲慘世界》歌詞

wordLes Miserables33 / 33Act IPrologue - Work SongValjean Arrested, Valjean ForgivenWhat Have I Done? (Valjean's Soliloquy) At The End of the Day I Dreamed a Dream Lovely Ladies Fantine's Arrest The Runaway CartWho Am I? (The Trial) e To Me (Fantine's Death) The Confrontation Castle on a Cloud Master of the House The BargainThe Thénardier Waltz of TreacheryLook DownThe RobberyJavert's Intervention (Another Brawl)StarsEponine's ErrandThe ABC Cafe - Red and BlackDo You Hear the People Sing?Rue Plumet - In My LifeA Heart Full of LoveThe Attack on Rue PlumetOne Day More!Act IIAt the Barricade (Upon these Stones) On My Own Building the Barricade Javert's Arrival Little People A Little Fall of Rain (Eponine's Death) Night of Anguish First AttackDrink With Me Bring Him Home Dawn of Anguish The Second Attack Death of GavrocheThe Final BattleDog Eats DogThe SewersJavert's SuicideTurningEmpty Chairs at Empty TablesEvery Day (Marius and Cosette) Valjean's ConfessionThe Wedding ChoraleBeggars at the FeastEpilogueFinalePrologue - Work Song1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun.Chorus (Prisoners):Look down, look downDon't look 'em in the eyeLook down, look down,You're here until you die1st Convict:The sun is strongIt's hot as hell belowChorus:Look down, look down,There's twenty years to go2nd Convict:I've done no wrong!Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer!Chorus:Look down, look down,Sweet Jesus doesn't care3rd Convict:I know she'll wait,I know that she'll be true!Chorus:Look down, look down,They've all forgotten you4th Convict:When I get free ya won't see meHere for dust!Chorus:Look down, look downDon't look 'em in the eye5th Convict:How long, oh LordBefore you let me die?Chorus:Look down, look down,You'll always be a slaveLook down, look down,You're standing in your graveJavert:Now bring me prisoner 24601Your time is upAnd your parole's begunYou know what that means.Valjean:Yes, it means I'm free.Javert:No!It means you getYour yellow ticket-of-leaveYou are a thiefValjean:I stole a loaf of bread.Javert:You robbed a house.Valjean:I broke a window pane.My sister's child was close to deathAnd we were starving.Javert:You will starve againUnless you learn the meaning of the law.Valjean:I know the meaning of those 19 yearsA slave of the lawJavert:Five years for what you didThe rest because you tried to runYes, 24601.Valjean:My name is Jean ValjeanJavert:And I am JavertDo not forget my name!Do not forget me,24601.Chorus:Look down, look downYou'll always be a slaveLook down, look downYou're standing in your grave.Valjean:Freedom is mine. The earth is still.I feel the wind. I breathe again.And the sky clearsThe world is waking.Drink from the pool. How clean the taste.Never forget the years, the waste.Nor forgive themFor what they've done.They are the guilty - everyone.The day begins.And now lets seeWhat this new worldWill do for me!He finds work on a farm.Farmer:You'll have to goI'll pay you off for the dayCollect your bits and pieces thereAnd be on your way.Valjean:You have given me halfWhat the other men get!This handful of tinWouldn't buy my sweat!Laborer:You broke the lawIt's there for people to seeWhy should you get the sameAs honest men like me?Valjean:Now every door is closed to meAnother jail. Another key. Another chainFor when I e to any townThey check my papersAnd they find the mark of CainIn their eyes I see their fearWe do not want you here.'He es to an inn.Innkeeper's Wife:My rooms are fullAnd I've no supper to spareI'd like to help a strangerAll we want is to be fairValjean:I will pay in advanceI can sleep in a barnYou see how dark it isI'm not some kind of dog!Innkeeper:You leave my houseOr feel the weight of my rodWe're law-abiding people hereThanks be to God.They throw him out of the inn.Valjean:And now I know how freedom feelsThe jailer always at your heelsIt is the law!This piece of paper in my handThat makes me cursed throughout the landIt is the law!Like a curI walk the street,The dirt beneath their feet.He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.Bishop:e in, Sir, for you are weary,And the night is cold out there.Though our lives are very humbleWhat we have, we have to share.There is wine here to revive you.There is bread to make you strong,There's a bed to rest till morning,Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.Valjean:He let me eat my fillI had the lion's shareThe silver in my handCost twice what I had earnedIn all those nineteen years -That lifetime of despairAnd yet he trusted me.The old fool trusted me -He'd done his bit of goodI played the grateful serfAnd thanked him like I shouldBut when the house was still,I got up in the night.Took the silverTook my flight!Taking the silver cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables.Valjean Arrested, Valjean ForgivenConstables1. Tell his reverence your story2. Let us see if he's impressed1. You were lodging here last night2. You were the honest Bishop's guest.And then, out of Christian goodnessWhen he learned about your plight1. You maintain he made a present of this silver.Bishop:That is right.But my friend you left so earlySurely something slipped your mindThe bishop gives Valjean two silver candlesticks.You forgot I gave these alsoWould you leave the best behind?So, Messieurs, you may release himFor this man has spoken trueI mend you for your dutyAnd God's blessing go with you.Constables leave. The bishop addresses Valjean.But remember this, my brotherSee in this some higher planYou must use this precious silverTo bee an honest manBy the witness of the martyrsBy the Passion and the BloodGod has raised you out of darknessI have bought your soul for God!What Have I Done? (Valjean's Soliloquy)Valjean:What have I done?Sweet Jesus, what have I done?Bee a thief in the night,Bee a dog on the runAnd have I fallen so far,And is the hour so lateThat nothing remains but the cry of my hate,The cries in the dark that nobody hears,Here where I stand at the turning of the years?If there's another way to goI missed it twenty long years agoMy life was a war that could never be wonThey gave me a number and murdered ValjeanWhen they chained me and left me for deadJust for stealing a mouthful of breadYet why did I allow that manTo touch my soul and teach me love?He treated me like any otherHe gave me his trustHe called me brotherMy life he claims for God aboveCan such things be?For I had e to hate the worldThis world that always hated meTake an eye for an eye!Turn your heart into stone!This is all I have lived for!This is all I have known!One word from him and I'd be backBeneath the lash, upon the rackInstead he offers me my freedomI feel my shame inside me like a knifeHe told me that I have a soul,How does he know?What spirit es to move my life?Is there another way to go?I am reaching, but I fallAnd the night is closing inAnd I stare into the voidTo the whirlpool of my sinI'll escape now from the worldFrom the world of Jean ValjeanJean Valjean is nothing nowAnother story must begin!He tears up his yellow ticket-of-leave.At The End of The Day1823, Montreuil-sur-Mer. Outside the factory owned by the Mayor, Monsieur Madeleine (Jean Valjean in disguise).The Poor:At the end of the day you're another day olderAnd that's all you can say for the life of the poorIt's a struggle, it's a warAnd there's nothing that anyone's givingOne more day standing about, what is it for?One day less to be living.At the end of the day you're another day colderAnd the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chillAnd the righteous hurry pastThey don't hear the little ones cryingAnd the winter is ing on fast, ready to killOne day nearer to dying!At the end of the day there's another day dawningAnd the sun in the morning is waiting to riseLike the waves crash on the sandLike a storm that'll break any secondThere's a hunger in the landThere's a reckoning still to be reckoned andThere's gonna be hell to payAt the end of the day!The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the factory.Foreman:At the end of the day you get nothing for nothingSitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any breadWorker 1:Here are children back at homeWorkers 1&2:And the children have got to be fedWorker 2:And you're lucky to be in a jobWoman:And in a bed!Workers:And we're counting our blessings!Woman 2:Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?Woman 3:It's because little Fantine won't give him his wayWoman 1:Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!Woman 4:And the boss, he never knowsThat the foreman is always in heatWoman 3:If Fantine doesn't look out, watch how she goesShe'll be out on the street!Workers:At the end of the day it's another day overWith enough in your pocket to last for a weekPay the landlord, pay the shopKeep on grafting as long as you're ableKeep on grafting till you dropOr it's back to the crumbs off the tableYou've got to pay your wayAt the end of the day!Girl: (Grabbing a letter from Fantine)And what have we here, little innocent sister?e on Fantine, let's have all the news!Reading the letter.Ooh. "dear Fantine you must send us more money.Your child needs a doctor.There's no time to lose."Fantine:Give that letter to meIt is none of your businessWith a husband at homeAnd a bit on the side!Is there anyone hereWho can swear before GodShe has nothing to fear?She has nothing to hide?They fight over the letter. Valjean (M. Madeleine) rushes on to break up the squabble.Valjean:Will someone tear these two apart?What is this fighting all about?This is a factory, not a circus!Now e on ladies, settle downI run a business of reputeI am the Mayor of this town(To the foreman)I look to you to sort this outAnd be as patient as you can-He goes back into the factory.Foreman:Now someone say how this began!Girl:At the end of the dayShe's the one who began itThere's a kid that she's hidingIn some little townThere's a man she has to payYou can guess how she picks up the extraYou can bet she's earning her keepSleeping aroundAnd the boss wouldn't like it!Fantine:Yes it's true there's a childAnd the child is my daughterAnd her father abandoned us,Leaving us flatNow she lives with an innkeeper manAnd his wifeAnd I pay for the childWhat's the matter with that?Women:At the end of the dayShe'll be nothing but troubleAnd there's trouble for allWhen there's trouble for one!While we're earning our daily breadShe's the one with her hands in the butterYou must send the slut awayOr we're all gonna end in the gutterAnd it's us who'll have to payAt the end of the day!Foreman:I might have known the bitch could biteI might have known the cat had clawsI might have guessed your little secretAh, yes, the virtuous FantineWho keeps herself so pure and cleanYou'd be the cause I had no doubtOf any trouble hereaboutYou play a virgin in the lightBut need no urgin' in the night.Girl:She's been laughing at youWhile she's having her menWomen:She'll be nothing but trouble again and againWoman:You must sack her todayWorkers:Sack the girl today!Foreman:Right my girl. On your way!I Dreamed a DreamFantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute.Fantine:There was a time when men were kindWhen their voices were softAnd their words invitingThere was a time when love was blindAnd the world was a songAnd the song was excitingThere was a timeThen it all went wrongI dreamed a dream in time gone byWhen hope was highAnd life worth livingI dreamed that love would never dieI dreamed that God would be forgivingThen I was young and unafraidAnd dreams were made and used and wastedThere was no ransom to be paidNo song unsung, no wine untastedBut the tigers e at nightWith their voices soft as thunderAs they tear your hope apartAnd they turn your dream to shameHe slept a summer by my sideHe filled my days with endless wonderHe took my childhood in his strideBut he was gone when autumn cameAnd still I dream he'll e to meThat we will live the years togetherBut there are dreams that cannot beAnd there are storms we cannot weatherI had a dream my life would beSo different from this hell I'm livingSo different now from what it seemedNow life has killed the dream I dreamed.Lovely LadiesThe docks. Sailors, whores and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in.Sailor 1:I smell womenSmell 'em in the airThink I'll drop my anchorIn that harbor over thereSailor 2:Lovely ladiesSmell 'em through the smokeSeven days at seaCan make you hungry for a pokeSailor 3:Even stokers need a little stoke!Women:Lovely ladiesWaiting for a biteWaiting for the customersWho only e at nightLovely ladiesReady for the callStanding up or lying downOr any way at allBargain prices up against the wallOld Woman:e here, my dearLet's see this trinket you wearThis bagatelle.Fantine:Madame, I'll sell it to you.Old Woman:I'll give you fourFantine:That wouldn't pay for the chain!Old Woman:I'll give you five. You're far too eager to sell. It's up to you.Fantine:It's all I haveOld Woman:That's not my faultFantine:Please make it tenOld Woman:No more than fiveMy dear, we all must stay alive!Women:Lovely ladiesWaiting in the darkReady for a thick oneOr a quick one in the parkWhore 1:Long time short timeAny time, my dearCost a little extra if you want to take all year!All:Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!Crone:What pretty hair!What pretty locks you got thereWhat luck you got. It's worth a centime, my dearI'll take the lotFantine:Don't touch me! Leave me alone!Crone:Let's make a price.I'll give you all of ten francs,Just think of that!Fantine:It pays a debtCrone:Just think of thatFantine:What can I do? It pays a debt.Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!Sailor 3:Lovely lady!Fastest on the streetWasn't there three minutesShe was back up on her feetSailor 1:Lovely lady!What yer waiting for?Doesn't take a lot of savvyJust to be a whoree on, ladyWhat's a lady for? Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.Pimp:Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there?Whore 1:A bit of skirt. She's the one sold her hair.Whore 2:She's got a kid. Sends her all that she canPimp:I might have knownThere is always some manLovely lady, e along and join us!Lovely lady!Whore 1:e on dearie, why all the fuss?You're no grander than the rest of usLife has dropped you at the bottom of the heapJoin your sistersWhore 2:Make money in your sleep!Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.Whore 1:That's right dearie, let him have the lotWhore 3:That's right dearie, show him what you've got!Women:Old men, young men, take 'em as they eHarbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scumPoor men, rich men, leaders of the landSee them with their trousers off they're never quite as grandAll it takes is money in your hand!Lovely ladiesGoing for a songGot a lot of callersBut they never stay for longFantine:e on, Captain,You can wear your shoesDon't it make a changeTo have a girl who can't refuseEasy moneyLying on a bedJust as well they never seeThe hate that's in your headDon't they know they're making loveTo one already dead!Fantine's ArrestBamatabois is a well dressed gentleman.BamataboisHere's something new. I think I'll give it a try.e closer you! I like to see what I buy.The usual price, for just a slice of your pieFantine:I don't want you. No, no, m'sieur, let me go.Bamatabois: Is this a trick? I won't pay more!Fantine:No, not at al.Bamatabois:You've got some nerve, you little whoreYou've got some gall.It's the same with a tart as it is with a grocerThe customer sees what he gets in advanceIt's not for the whore to say yes sir' or no sir'It's not for the harlot to pick and to chooseOr lead me to a dance!He hits her with his stick, she claws at his face, drawing blood.Fantine:I'll kill you, you bastard,Try any of that!Even a whore who has gone to the badWon't be had by a rat!BamataboisBy Christ you'll pay for what you've doneThis rat will make you bleed, you'll see!I guarantee, I'll make you sufferFor this disturbance of the peaceFor this insult to life and property!Fantine:I beg you, don't report me sirI'll do whatever you may wantBamataboisMake your excuse to the police!Javert enters, acpanied by constables.Javert:Tell me quickly what's the storyWho saw what and why and whereLet him give a full descriptionLet him answer to Javert!In this nest of whores and vipersLet one speak who saw it allWho laid hands on this good man here?What's the substance of this brawl?Bamatabois:Javert, would you believe itI was crossing from the parkWhen this prostitute attacked meYou can see she left her markJavert:She will answer for her actionsWhen you make a full reportYou may rest assured, M'sieur,That she will answer to the court.Fantine:There's a child who sorely needs mePlease M'sieur, she's but that highHoly God, is there no mercy?If I go to jail she'll die!Javert:I have heard such protestationsEvery day for twenty yearsLet's have no more explanationsSave your breath and save your tearsHonest work, just reward,That's the way to please the Lord.Fantine gives a last despairing cry as she is arrested by the constables.Valjean emerges from the crowd.Valjean:A moment of your time, JavertI do believe this woman's taleJavert: But M'sieur Mayor!Valjean:You've done your duty, let her beShe needs a doctor, not a jail.Javert: But M'sieur Mayor!Fantine:Can this be?Valjean:Where will she end -This child without a friend?I've seen your face beforeShow me some way to help youHow have you e to griefIn a place such as this?Fantine:M'sieur, don't mock me now, I prayIt's hard enough I've lost my prideYou let your foreman send me awayYes, you were there, and turned asideI never did no wrongValjean:Is it true, what I have done?Fantine:My daughter's close to dying.Valjean:To an innocent soul?Fantine:If there's a God aboveValjean:Had I only known then.Fantine:He'd let me die insteadValjean:In His name my task has just begunI will see it done!Javert:But M'sieur Mayor!Valjean:I will see it done!Javert:But M'sieur Mayor!Valjean:I will see it done!Voices:Look out! It's a runaway cart!The Runaway CartThe crowd parts to reveal that the cart has crashed, trapping Monsieur Fauchelevant.VoicesLook at that!Look at that!It's Monsieur Fauchelevant!Don't approach! Don't go near!At the risk of your life!He is caught by the wheel!Oh, the pitiful man!Stay away, Turn away!There is nothing to do!There is nothing to do!Valjean:Is there anyone hereWho will rescue the man?Who w