Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

There's no bread, let them eat
There's no end to what they'll
Flaunt the of noble birth
the salt into the earth

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

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

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

Lessons 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
Hear the echoes of the
Where power all that money buys