Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of has arrived
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of these soldiers
They are coming into our
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To arms
Form you
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they want horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For these vile chains
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What methods must be
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
would make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The vile despots have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
receive their just reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
France will bear new
to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back wounds
Spare sad victims
That they taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
accomplices of Bouill
All these tigers who
Ripped out their mothers'
We shall into the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall their ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are much less jealous of them
Than of their coffins
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
on sacred patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle with defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to your evil
So that in death your
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco