Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of has arrived
Against us
Bloody standard is
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our
To cut the throats of your sons and
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they want this of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For these vile chains
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What methods be taken?
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary
Would cut down our warrior
Good Lord! By hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The despots would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our heros
will bear new ones
Ready to the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
or hold back your wounds
Spare sad victims
they regret taking up arms against us
But not these despots
These of Bouill
All these tigers who
out their mothers' wombs
We shall enter the pit
our elders will no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the mark of virtues
We are much less of surviving them
Than of sharing their
We shall the sublime pride
Of avenging or them
Drive on sacred
our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So that in death your
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva