Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of has arrived
us tyranny's
Bloody standard is
to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome
They are coming our midst
To cut the throats of sons and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
do they want this horde 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! These cohorts!
They would make in our courts!
What! These mercenary
Would cut down our sons
Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile despots would have be
The of destiny
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive just reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
will bear new ones
Ready to the fight against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold your wounds
these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms us
But not these bloody
These accomplices of
All these tigers who
Ripped out their mothers'
We shall into the pit
When our elders will no longer be
There we shall find ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are much less of surviving them
Than of sharing coffins
We shall have the pride
Of avenging or them
on sacred patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle with defenders
Under our flags, let
to your evil tone
So that in death enemies
See your and our glory!
by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco