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1823, MONTREUIL-SUR-MER. OUTSIDE THE FACTORY OWNED BY THE MAYOR, MONSIEUR MADELAINE (Jean VAljean in disguise). THE POOR At the end of the day you'r another day older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about What is it for? One day less to be living! At the end of the day you're another day colder And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill And the righteous hurry past They don't hear the little ones crying And the winter is coming on fast Ready to kill One da nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day Letras de cancionesdawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise Like the waves crash on the sand Like a storm that'll break any second There's a hunger in the land There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and There's gonna be hell to pay At the end of the day! THE FOREMAN AND WORKERS, INCLUDING FANTINE HAVE EMERGED FROM THE FACTORY. FOREMAN At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing itting flat on your butt dosen't buy any bread. WORKER 1 There are children back at home WORKER 1 & 2 And the children have got to be fed WORKER 2 And you're lucky to be in a job WOMAN And in a bed WORKERS And we're counting our blessings! GIRL 2 Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today With his terrible breath and his wandering hands? GIRL 3 It's because little Fantine won't give him his way GIRL 1 Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he sands! GIRL 4 And the boss, he never knows That the foreman is always in heat GIRL 3 If Fantine dosen't look out Watch how she goes She'll be out on the street! WORKERS At the end of the day it's another day over With enough in your pocket to last for a week Pay the landlord, pay the shop Keep on grafting as long as you're able Keep on grafting till you drop Or it's back to the crumbs off the table You've got to pay your way At the end of the day. GRABBING A LETTER FROM FANTINE. GIRL And what have we here, little innocent sister? Come on Fantine let's have all the news. READING THE LETTER. 'Ooh ... "dear Fantine, you must send us mor money... your child needs a doctor... There's no time to lose...."' FANTINE Give that letter to me It is none of your buisness With a husband at home And abit on the side! Is there anyone here Who can swear befor God She has nothing to fear? She has nothing to hide? THEY FIGHT OVER THE LETTER. VALJEAN RUSHES ON TO BREAK UP THE SQUABBLE. VALJEAN What is this fighting all about? Will someone tear these two apart This is a factory, not a circus. Come on ladies, settle down I run a buisness of repute I am the Mayor ot this town TO FOREMAN I look to you to sort this out And be as patient as you can. HE GOES BACK TO THE FACTORY. FOREMAN Now someone say how this begun! GIRL At the end of the day She's the one who begun it! There's a kid that she's hiding In some little town. There's aman she has to pay You can guess how she picks up the extra. You can bet she's earning her keep Sleeping around And the boss wouldn't like it! FANTINE Yes it's true there's a child And the child is my daughter And her father abandoned us Leaving us flat. Now she lives with an innkeeper man And his wife. And I pay for the child, What's the matter with that? WOMEN WORKERS At the end of the day She'll be nothing but trouble And there's trouble for all When there's trouble for one! While we're earning our daily bread She's the one with her hands in the butter You must send the slut away Or we're all gonna end in the gutter And it's us who'll have to pay At the end of the day! FOREMAN I might have known the bitch could bite I might have known the cat had claws I might have guessed your little secret. Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine Who keeps herself so pure and clean You'd be the cause, I had no doubt, Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light But need nor ugrin' in the night! GIRL She's been laughing at you While she's having her men. WOMEN She'll be nothing but trouble agian and again. WOMAN You must sack her today. ALL WORKERS Sack the girl today. FOREMAN Right, my girl. On your way! From Letras Mania