Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
us tyranny's
Bloody is raised
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of these fearsome
They are coming into our
To cut the throats of sons and consorts
To citizens
you battalions
March,
Let blood
Water our
What do they this horde of slaves
Of traitors and kings?
For whom these chains
These long-prepared
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
Would cut down our warrior
Lord! By chained hands
Our brow yield under the yoke
The vile despots have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The of all good men
Tremble! Your schemes
receive their just reward
Against you we are all
If fall, our young heros
France will new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
or hold back your wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret taking up against us
But not these bloody
These accomplices of
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We enter into the pit
our elders will no longer be there
There we shall their ashes
And the mark of virtues
We are less jealous of surviving them
Than of their coffins
We shall have the sublime
Of avenging or them
on sacred patriotism
Support our arms
Liberty, cherished
Join the with your defenders
our flags, let victory
Hurry to evil tone
So that in death enemies
See triumph and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco