文本歌词

At the end of the day you're 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 is what 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 winder is coming on fast ready to kill
One day nearer to dying
At the end of the day there's another day dawning
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
Foreman and workers including
Foreman:
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread
Workers:
There are children back at home
And the children have got to be fed
And you're lucky to be in a job
And in a bed
And we're counting our blessings
Women:
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands
It's because little Fantine won't give him his way
Take a look at his trousers you'll see where he stands
And the boss never knows
But the formerly always on the feet
If on tingle this cold what she goes
It's out be strict
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 on the table
You've got to pay your way
At the end of the day
Girl:
What have we here little innocent sister
Come on Fantine let's have all the news
'Dear Fantine you must send us more money
Your child needs a doctor
There's no time to lose '
Fantine:
Give that letter to me
It is none of your business
With a husband at home
And a bit on the side
Is there anyone here
Who can swear before God
She has nothing to fear
She has nothing to hide
They fight over the letter Valjean rushes over to
Break up the squabble
What is this fighting all about
Will someone tear these two apart
This is a factory not a circus
Now come on ladies settle down
I am the Mayor of this town
I run a business of repute
Foreman:
I might have known the b**ch 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
Any Of trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the light
But need no urgin' in the night
Girl:
She's been laughing at you
While she's having her men
Women:
She'll be nothing but trouble again and again
Workers:
You must sack her today
Sack the today girl
Foreman
:
Right my girl
On your way