Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

There's no bread, let them eat
There's no end to what take
Flaunt the of noble birth
Wash the salt the earth

But they're to Bastille day
La guillotine claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the
The king kneel to let his kingdom rise

velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on face
See them bow heads to die
As we would bow as rode by

And they're marching to day
La guillotine will claim her prize
Sing, o choirs of the
The king will kneel to let his kingdom

Lessons taught but learned
All us anger burns
Guide the by the past
ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to day
La claimed her bloody prize
the echoes of the centuries
Where power isn't all that money