Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of has arrived
Against us
Bloody is raised
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of fearsome soldiers
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they want this of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom vile chains
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What must be taken?
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They would laws in our courts!
What! mercenary 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 of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive their just
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
France will bear new
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or back your wounds
these sad victims
That they regret up arms against us
But not these despots
accomplices of Bouill
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We enter into the pit
When our elders will no longer be
we shall find their ashes
And the mark of their
We are much jealous of surviving them
of sharing their coffins
We shall the sublime pride
Of or joining them
on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging
Liberty, liberty
Join the with your defenders
Under our flags, let
Hurry to your evil
So that in death enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco