Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise of the fatherland
The day of glory has
us tyranny's
Bloody standard is
to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome
They are into our midst
To cut the throats of your and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do they want this of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom these chains
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What must be taken?
It is we they dare
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They would make in our courts!
What! These mercenary
cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our heros
France will new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back your
Spare these sad
That they taking up arms against us
But not these despots
These of Bouill
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We enter into the pit
When our elders no longer be there
There we find their ashes
And the mark of their
We are much less jealous of them
of sharing their coffins
We shall have the pride
Of or joining them
Drive on patriotism
our avenging arms
Liberty, liberty
Join the struggle with defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to your tone
So that in death enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva