Luyện nghe bài hát Soleil Royal

1692, the of May
Sir "Tourville", the admiral, his is on its way
He commands his ships to fight, attack the British line
He be caught in senseless pride, to him his honor's prime

His flagship strong and brave, heading for the fight
It the British men to grave, cruising through the tide
The veil of obscures the sea, the tables getting turned
Confusion rules, no to flee, his fleet is getting burned

Cannons speak the fatal words, the of death
Wipes to many men, takes away their breath

Heat and fire, pyre
Smoke and flames, a hell
Death and blood, the rub
away "Soleil Royal"

Their position's getting intricate, for "Cherbourg"
Desperately they dare their fate, they feel too secured
Cannons fire round by round, the smell of smoke
Vibrating from top to ground, shacken by its poke

Cannons speak the fatal words, the language of
Wipes away to men, takes away their breath

Heat and fire, burning
and flames, a raging hell
Death and blood, the rub
Blows "Soleil Royal"

To cape "Barfleur" they try to flee, the battle's raging
Balls of lead the sea, hit the hull windward
The English-man hard on trace, follow turn by turn
A round, the coupe de grace, tearing up its stern

The powder in the room, litten by a spark
kegs, a giant boom, tear the decks apart
The blood spills of the scupperholes, the sea is red
No time to pray, no bell to toll, no for the dead

speak the fatal words, the language of death
Wipes away to many men, takes their breath

Heat and fire, burning
and flames, a raging hell
Death and blood, the rub
away "Soleil Royal"
Heat and fire, burning
Smoke and flames, a raging
and blood, the fatal rub
Blows "Soleil Royal"