Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
Against us
Bloody standard is
Listen to the in the fields
The howling of these soldiers
They are coming our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do they want this of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What must be taken?
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They would laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield under the
The despots would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If fall, our young heros
France will bear new
to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or hold back wounds
these sad victims
That they taking up arms against us
But not bloody despots
accomplices of Bouill
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We enter into the pit
When our elders will no be there
we shall find their ashes
And the mark of their
We are much less of surviving them
Than of sharing coffins
We shall have the pride
Of avenging or them
on sacred patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the with your defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to your tone
So that in death your
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva