Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
to the sound in the fields
The howling of fearsome soldiers
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of sons and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do they want this of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom these vile
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
methods must be taken?
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut down our sons
Good Lord! By hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would have be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! Your schemes
Will their just reward
Against you we are all
If fall, our young heros
France bear new ones
Ready to the fight against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back your
these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms us
But not bloody despots
accomplices of Bouill
All these tigers who
out their mothers' wombs
We shall into the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall find ashes
And the mark of their
We are much less of surviving them
of sharing their coffins
We shall the sublime pride
Of avenging or them
Drive on patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So that in your enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco