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
our land and waves
And teach these nobles
it means to be slaves

Far large in numbers
armed they came
But are it not our
these rascals claimed?
A rather certain
They held within hands
But courage, craft and
us a stronger hand

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

We suffer no more!

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

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

Oh, of the Flanders
From field to
Shall us as victors
Or us no more!

For victory was ours all odds
Truly a miracle in a world gods

flags
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 and dust teaches my
ears. And the sings:)

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

En de dansen...