Luyện nghe bài hát Cameroon Anthem Text

O Cameroon, Cradle of our Fathers,
Holy Shrine in our midst they now repose,
Their tears and and sweat thy soil did water,
On thy hills and once their tillage rose.
Fatherland, thy worth no tongue can tell!
How can we pay thy due?
Thy welfare we will win in toil and and peace,
Will be to thy name true!

Land of Promise, of Glory!
Thou, of and joy, our only store!
be honour, thine devotion,
And endearment, for evermore.
From Shari, from where the Mungo
From along the of lowly Boumba Stream,
Muster thy in union close around thee,
Mighty as the Buea Mountain be their
Instil in the love of gentle ways,
Regret for of the past;
Foster, for Africa, a loyalty
true shall remain to the last.

Land of Promise, of Glory!
Thou, of and joy, our only store!
Thine be honour, devotion,
And endearment, for evermore.
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco