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 the British line
He must be caught in senseless pride, to him his honor's

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

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

and fire, burning pyre
Smoke and flames, a raging
Death and blood, the rub
away "Soleil Royal"

Their position's intricate, heading for "Cherbourg"
Desperately they dare their fate, they too much secured
Cannons fire round by round, the smell of acred
Vibrating full top to ground, shacken by its poke

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

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 raging
Balls of lead rushing the sea, hit the hull
The hard on their trace, follow turn by turn
A heavy round, the coupe de grace, tearing up its

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

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

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