Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of has arrived
Against us
Bloody standard is
Listen to the sound in the
The of these fearsome soldiers
They are into our midst
To cut the of your sons and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they want horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
methods must be taken?
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
would make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut down our sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile despots would themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The shame of all men
Tremble! Your schemes
Will receive just reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our heros
France will bear new
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold your wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret taking up against us
But not these despots
These of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We shall into the pit
When our elders will no be there
There we shall their ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are less jealous of surviving them
of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime
Of or joining them
Drive on patriotism
Support our avenging
Liberty, liberty
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
to your evil tone
So that in your enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco