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 of these fearsome soldiers
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
Water our
What do they want this of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom vile chains
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
methods must be taken?
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
would make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If fall, our young heros
will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or hold back your
Spare sad victims
they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
These accomplices of
All these tigers who
Ripped out mothers' wombs
We shall enter the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the of their virtues
We are much less jealous of them
Than of their coffins
We have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining
Drive on patriotism
our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle with your
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So that in death your
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco