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

We ask not the pleasure that riches
Our weapons regain
betrayers must buy
Throwing the invaders
our land and waves
And teach these nobles
What it to be slaves

Far more large in
Better they came
But are it not our
That rascals claimed?
A victory certain
They held their hands
But courage, and justice
Gave us a hand

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

We shall no more!

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

Oh, land of the
field to shore
Shall view us as

Oh, land of the
field to shore
Shall us as victors
Or us no more!

For victory was against all odds
Truly a miracle in a without gods

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

We shall no more!

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

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

En de dansen...