Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of has arrived
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
Listen to the in the fields
The of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and
To arms
Form you
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do they this horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For these vile chains
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What methods must be
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They would laws in our courts!
What! mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield under the
The despots would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The of all good men
Tremble! Your schemes
receive their just reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our heros
France bear new ones
Ready to join the against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or back your wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret taking up arms us
But not bloody despots
These of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We enter into the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall find ashes
And the mark of their
We are much less jealous of surviving
Than of sharing their
We shall have the pride
Of avenging or joining
Drive on sacred
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the struggle your defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to your tone
So that in death enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco