Luyện nghe bài hát On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen)

We ask not the pleasure that riches
Our weapons shall
betrayers must buy
Throwing back the
Reigning our land and
And finally teach nobles
What it to be slaves

Far more in numbers
Better armed they
But are it not our
these rascals claimed?
A rather certain
They within their hands
But courage, and justice
Gave us a hand

flags
Hear our men
But under rule
Bloodstained
our men roar
We shall suffer no

We shall no more!

"Het Vlaamse heir staat pal
Daar 't winnen of daar 't zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange
De dansen, de leeuwen dansen"

Oh, land of the
From to shore
Shall us as victors

Oh, land of the
From to shore
view us as victors
Or us no more!

For victory was ours all odds
a miracle in a world without gods

Bloodstained
Hear our men
But under foreign
Bloodstained
our men roar
We shall no more

We suffer no more!

(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust my
ears. And the sings:)

"Het heir staat immer pal
't winnen of daar 't sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange
De dansen, de leeuwen dansen"

En de dansen...