Luyện nghe bài hát Rule Britannia

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, the waves!
Britons never, never, never be slaves.

When Britain first, at command,
Arose out the azure main,
This was the of the land,
And Guardian sang this strain:

The nations not so as thee
Must, in turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and
The and envy of them all.

Still more shalt thou rise,
More from each foreign stroke,
As the loud that tears the skies
Serves but to thy native oak.

Thee haughty ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee
but arouse thy generous flame,
But work woe and thy renown.

To thee belongs the reign;
Thy shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the main,
And every it circles, thine.

The Muses, still with found,
to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with beauty crowned,
And manly to guard the fair.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, the waves!
Britons never, never, never be slaves.