Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
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 into our
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
Water our
What do they want horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these chains
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What methods must be
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They would make in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our would yield under the yoke
The despots would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The shame of all men
Tremble! Your schemes
Will receive their just
Against you we are all
If they fall, our heros
France will bear new
Ready to join the against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back your
Spare sad victims
That regret taking up arms against us
But not these despots
accomplices of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We enter into the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the of their virtues
We are much less jealous of them
Than of their coffins
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
Support our arms
Liberty, cherished
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your tone
So that in death your
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco