Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of has arrived
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
Listen to the in the fields
The howling of fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To arms
Form you
March,
Let impure
Water our
What do they want horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial
For whom these chains
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
methods must be taken?
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior
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 parricidal
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our heros
France will bear new
to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or back your wounds
Spare these sad
That they regret taking up against us
But not these despots
These accomplices of
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We shall enter the pit
When our elders no longer be there
There we shall find their
And the of their virtues
We are much less jealous of them
Than of sharing their
We shall have the sublime
Of avenging or them
on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging
Liberty, liberty
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So that in death enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco