Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of glory has
us tyranny's
Bloody standard is
to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom these chains
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What methods must be
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
would make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut our warrior sons
Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile despots would have be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
receive their just reward
Against you we are all
If fall, our young heros
will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold your wounds
Spare these sad
they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
These of Bouill
All these tigers who
Ripped out their wombs
We shall into the pit
our elders will no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the mark of their
We are less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing coffins
We shall the sublime pride
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
Support our arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle with defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to evil tone
So that in death enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco