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 caught in senseless pride, to him his prime

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

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

Heat and fire, 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 by round, the smell of acred smoke
full from top to ground, shacken by its poke

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

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

To cape "Barfleur" they try to flee, the battle's hard
Balls of rushing 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
kegs, a giant boom, tear the decks apart
The spills of the scupperholes, the sea is turning red
No to pray, no bell to toll, no burial for the dead

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

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