Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

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

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

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

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

taught but never learned
All us anger burns
Guide the future by the
Long ago the mould was

For they marched up to day
La guillotine claimed her prize
Hear the echoes of the
Where power isn't all that buys