Luyện nghe bài hát Soleil Royal

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

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

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

and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a hell
and blood, the fatal rub
Blows "Soleil Royal"

Their getting intricate, heading for "Cherbourg"
Desperately dare their fate, they feel too much secured
Cannons fire round by round, the of acred smoke
Vibrating full from top to ground, by its poke

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

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

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

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

Cannons speak the words, the language of death
Wipes away to many men, away 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 hell
and blood, the fatal rub
Blows "Soleil Royal"