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 fearsome soldiers
They are into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do want this horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these chains
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What methods be taken?
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These phalanxes
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained
Our brow would yield the yoke
The despots would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The shame of all men
Tremble! Your schemes
Will their just reward
Against you we are all
If they fall, our young
France will bear new
Ready to the fight against you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or back your wounds
Spare sad victims
That regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody
These of Bouill
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their wombs
We enter into the pit
our elders will no longer be there
There we shall their ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are much less of surviving them
Than of sharing coffins
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
Drive on sacred
Support our avenging
Liberty, cherished
Join the with your defenders
Under our flags, let
to your evil tone
So in death your enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco