Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

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

But marching to Bastille day
La guillotine will her bloody prize
the dungeons of the innocent
The king will to let his kingdom 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 claim her bloody prize
Sing, o of the cacophony
The king kneel to let his kingdom rise

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

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