Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of has arrived
Against us
Bloody standard is
to the sound in the fields
The howling of these soldiers
They are coming our midst
To cut the throats of sons and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
our furrows
What do they want this horde of
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these chains
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What must be taken?
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By hands
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile despots would have be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal
Will receive their reward
you we are all soldiers
If fall, our young heros
will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as warriors
or hold back your wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret up arms against us
But not these bloody
These accomplices of
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out mothers' wombs
We enter into the pit
our elders will no longer be there
There we find their ashes
And the of their virtues
We are much less of surviving them
of sharing their coffins
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
Support our avenging
Liberty, cherished
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your tone
So in death your enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva