Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

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

But marching to Bastille day
La guillotine will claim her prize
the dungeons of the innocent
The will kneel to let his kingdom rise

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

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

Lessons but never learned
All us anger burns
the future by the past
Long ago the mould was

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