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 kingdom

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

And they're to Bastille day
La guillotine will her bloody prize
Sing, o of the cacophony
The king will to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never
All us anger burns
Guide the by the past
Long ago the mould was

For marched up to Bastille day
La guillotine claimed her prize
Hear the of the centuries
Where power isn't all that money