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 in the fields
The of these fearsome soldiers
They are into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and
To arms
Form you
March,
Let blood
our furrows
What do want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom vile chains
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What methods must be
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They would laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior
Good Lord! By hands
Our brow would under the yoke
The vile would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The shame of all men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive just reward
you we are all soldiers
If fall, our young heros
France will new ones
Ready to join the against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret taking up arms us
But not these despots
These of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We shall enter the pit
When our elders will no be there
There we shall their ashes
And the mark of their
We are much less jealous of surviving
of sharing their coffins
We shall the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining
Drive on sacred
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the struggle with defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to evil tone
So that in your enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco