How could a hybrid, an orphan, a son of a prostitute, and a Scotsman get caught between a forgotten place in the Caribbean, becoming a hero and a scientist?

For ten dollars, a male fatherless man who got to work more worked hard, falling to fourteen, and made them responsible for the commercial charter.

And every day when the slaves were killed and carried away by the waves, he strained and watched. Inside, he wants something to be part of a brother who is willing to ask, steal, borrow or exchange

After the storm and the raven satisfied the man and saw his impending leak in the sewers, he put a pen on the temple attached to his brain and wrote his first choir, which was his proof. pain

The good news, they said, "this child is crazy," he took a collection of books to send to the mainland. "Get your education, don't forget where you came from, and let the world know your name, what man is your name?"

Alexandre Hamilton, my name is Alexandre Hamilton and there are a million things I didn't do, but wait, wait

When he was ten years old, his father resigned through no fault of his own. Two years later, the half-dead Alexander's mother was diagnosed with malaise. Even if Alex is doing well, but his mother is in a hurry.
After having an operation with his cousin, the cousin committed suicide, leaving only the broken pride, the new one. The voice said, "Alex, you have to take care of yourself," and he began to retire and read all the papers on the shelf.

There is nothing that can be done for a person who thinks he will die and the poor pay nothing. Get to work, work for the owner of his deceased mother, sell sugar and rum, and all the other things he can't handle.

Due to the fraud for every book he receives, he plans to see him standing by the hull and on his way to a new country in the future.

You can be a new person in New York.

You can be a new person in New York.

New York, New York.
Ice!

JahOoOoOoh Alexandre Hamilton, Alexandre Hamilton.

America is singing to you. Do they know what you lost, do they know you wrote the game? The world is no longer the same.

The ship is now in port, see if you can notice

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Another northern immigrant, his enemies destroyed his representative, America forgot about it.

We fought him.

Me? I died for him.

Me? I trusted him.

Me? I liked.

And me? I'm the damn clown who shot him!

There are a million things I didn't do, but wait!

What is your name?

Alexandre Hamilton!