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 must be in senseless pride, to him his honor's prime

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

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

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

Their position's getting intricate, for "Cherbourg"
Desperately they dare their fate, feel too much secured
Cannons fire round by round, the smell of smoke
full 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, pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging
Death and blood, the rub
away "Soleil Royal"

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

The powder in the storage room, litten by a
Bursting kegs, a giant boom, the decks apart
The spills of the scupperholes, the sea is turning red
No time to pray, no to toll, no burial for the dead

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

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