Bài hát Prologue: Into The Woods Báo Lỗi

[NARRATOR]
Once upon a time
[CINDERELLA]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
in a far-off kingdom
[CINDERELLA]
More than anything...
[NARRATOR]
lived a fair maiden,
[CINDERELLA]
More than jewels...
[NARRATOR]
a sad young lad

[JACK]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
and a childless baker
[JACK]
More than life...

[CINDERELLA & BAKER]
I wish...
[NARRATOR]
with his wife.
[JACK]
More than anything...

[CINDERELLA, BAKER & JACK]
More than the moon...

[BAKER'S WIFE]
I wish...

[CINDERELLA]
The King is giving a Festival.
[BAKER & WIFE]
More than life...
[JACK]
I wish...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish to go to the Festival.
[BAKER & WIFE]
More than riches...
[JACK]
I wish my cow would
give us some milk.
[BAKER'S WIFE]
More than anything...
[CINDERELLA]
And the Ball...
[JACK]
Please, pal-

[BAKER]
I wish we had a child.

[BAKER'S WIFE]
I want a child...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish to go to the Festival.
[JACK]
Squeeze, pal...
[JACK]
I wish you'd give us some
milk or even cheese...
I wish...

[BAKER & WIFE]
I wish we might have a child.
I wish...
[CINDERELLA]
I wish...

[STEPMOTHER]
You wish to go to the Festival?
[NARRATOR]
The poor girl's mother had died,
[STEPMOTHER]
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?

[FLORINDA]
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
The Festival?!

[LUCINDA]
What, you wish to go to the Festival?

[ALL THREE]
The Festival?
The King's Festival?
[NARRATOR]
And her father had taken for his new wife

[STEPMOTHER]
The Festival...
[NARRATOR]
a woman with two daughters of her own.

[FLORINDA]
Look at you nails!

[LUCINDA]
Look at your dress!

[STEPMOTHER]
People would laugh at you-

[CINDERELLA]
Nevertheless,
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince.

[STEPMOTHER & STEPSISTERS]
She still wants to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince?!

[NARRATOR]
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and balck of heart.
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother-

[JACK'S MOTHER]
I wish...

[NARRATOR]
Well, she was not quite beautiful-

[JACK'S MOTHER]
I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I wish the house was full of gold-
I wish a lot of things...

[BAKER'S WIFE]
Why, come in, little girl.

[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
I wish...

It's not for me,
It's for my Granny in the woods.
A loaf of bread, please-
To bring my poor old hungry
Granny in the woods...

Just a loaf of bread, please...

[NARRATOR]
Cinderella's Stepmother had a surprise for her.

[STEPMOTHER]
I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you.
If you have picked them out again in two hours' time,
you shall go to the ball with us.

[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
And perhaps a sticky bun?...
Or four?...

[CINDERELLA]
Birds in the sky,
Birds in the eaves,
I the leaves,
In the fields,
In the castles and ponds...

[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
And a few of those pies... please...

[CINDERELLA]
Come, little birds,
Down from the eaves
And the leaves,
Over fields,
Out of castles and ponds...

[JACK]
No, squeeze, pal...

[CINDERELLA]
Ahhh...
Quick, little birds,
Flick through the ashes.
Pick and peck, but swiftly,
Sift through the ashes,
Into the pot...

[JACK'S MOTHER]
Listen well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.

[JACK]
But, mother, no- he's the best cow-

[JACK'S MOTHER]
look at her.

There are bugs on her dugs.
There are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her rump
Big enough to be a hump-

[JACK]
But-

[JACK'S MOTHER]
Son,
We've no time to sit and dither,
While her wither's wither with her-
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!

Sometimes I fear your touched.

[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
Into the woods,
It's time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey.

Into the woods
And through the trees
To where I am
Expected ma'am,
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-

Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-

[BAKER'S WIFE]
You're certain of your way?

[LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD]
The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
I sort of hate to ask it,
But do you have a basket?

Into the woods
And down the dell,
The path is straight,
I know it well.
Into the woods,
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?

Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed.
Never can tell
What lies ahead.
For all that I know,
She's already dead.

But into the woods,
Into the woods,
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
And home before dark.