Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of glory has
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of fearsome soldiers
They are into our midst
To cut the throats of sons and consorts
To arms
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom these vile
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What methods must be
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary
Would cut down our sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield under the
The despots would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, tyrants and
The of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive their reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
will bear new ones
Ready to join the against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or back your wounds
these sad victims
That they taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
accomplices of Bouill
All these tigers who
Ripped out their wombs
We enter into the pit
When our elders will no longer be
we shall find their ashes
And the of their virtues
We are much less jealous of surviving
Than of their coffins
We have the sublime pride
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So in death your enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco