Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

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

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

Bloodstained velvet, dirty
Naked on every face
See them bow their to die
As we would bow as they by

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

taught but never learned
All around us burns
Guide the future by the
ago the mould was cast

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