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
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To arms
you battalions
March,
Let blood
our furrows
What do they want this of slaves
Of and conspiratorial 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 make in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut down our sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield under the
The vile would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal
Will receive their just
Against you we are all
If fall, our young heros
France bear new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or hold back wounds
Spare sad victims
That they taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
These of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We shall enter the pit
When our elders no longer be there
There we find their ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are much less jealous of them
of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime
Of or joining them
Drive on patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to evil tone
So that in death enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva