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 howling of these soldiers
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they want horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these chains
These long-prepared
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What methods must be
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
would make laws in our courts!
What! mercenary phalanxes
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The despots would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! Your parricidal
Will receive their reward
you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young
France bear new ones
Ready to the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or back your wounds
these sad victims
That they taking up arms against us
But not bloody despots
These accomplices of
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We enter into the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall find ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their
We shall have the sublime
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
Support our arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the with your defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to evil tone
So that in your enemies
See your and our glory!
by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco