Luyện nghe bài hát Mexico Anthem Text

Mexicans, at the cry of
lend your swords and
and let the tremble at its center
the roar of the cannon.
Your forehead shall be girded, oh fatherland, with olive
by the archangel of peace,
For in your eternal destiny
has written by the hand of God.
But should a foreign
Profane land with his sole,
Think, beloved fatherland, heaven
gave you a in each son.

II
War, war without truce against who would
to the honor of the fatherland!
War, war! The banners
saturate in of blood.
War, war! On the mount, in the
The terrifying cannon
and the nobly resound
to the of union! liberty!

III
Fatherland, before your become unarmed
the yoke their necks in sway,
May your countryside be with blood,
On their feet trample.
And may temples, palaces and towers
crumble in crash,
and ruins exist saying:
The fatherland was of one thousand heroes here.

IV
Fatherland, fatherland, your swear
to their breath in your cause,
If the bugle in its belligerent
should call them to struggle with bravery.
For you the garlands!
For a memory of glory!
For you a of victory!
For a tomb of honor!
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco