Luyện nghe bài hát Bastille Day

There's no bread, let them eat
There's no end to what take
Flaunt the of noble birth
Wash the salt into the

But they're to Bastille day
La guillotine will her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the
The king will kneel to let his rise

velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on face
See bow their heads to die
As we would bow as rode by

And marching to Bastille day
La will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o of the cacophony
The king will to let his kingdom rise

taught but never learned
All us anger burns
Guide the by the past
Long ago the mould was

For they up to Bastille day
La guillotine claimed her prize
the echoes of the centuries
Where power all that money buys