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, they attack the British
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 the sea, the tables getting turned
rules, no chance to flee, his fleet is getting burned

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

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

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

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

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

To cape "Barfleur" they try to flee, the battle's hard
Balls of lead the sea, hit the hull windward
The English-man on their trace, follow turn 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 to toll, no burial for the dead

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

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