Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
Against us
Bloody is raised
Listen to the in the fields
The howling of fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our
To cut the of your sons and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
Water our
What do they want this of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What must be taken?
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! mercenary phalanxes
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile despots would have be
The of destiny
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive their just
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
will bear new ones
Ready to join the against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or hold your wounds
these sad victims
That regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
These accomplices of
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out mothers' wombs
We enter into the pit
When our elders no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the of their virtues
We are less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
on sacred patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the struggle with defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to evil tone
So in death your enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco