Luyện nghe bài hát Mexico Anthem Text

Mexicans, at the cry of
lend your swords and
and let the earth tremble at its
the roar of the cannon.
Your forehead shall be girded, oh fatherland, olive garlands
by the divine of peace,
For in heaven your destiny
has been by the hand of God.
But a foreign enemy
Profane land with his sole,
Think, beloved fatherland, that
gave you a soldier in son.

II
War, war without truce who would attempt
to blemish the of the fatherland!
War, war! The patriotic
saturate in of blood.
War, war! On the mount, in the
The terrifying thunder
and the echoes resound
to the of union! liberty!

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

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