Luyện nghe bài hát Rule Britannia

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

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

The nations not so as thee
Must, in their turn, to fall,
While thou flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of all.

Still more majestic thou rise,
More dreadful from foreign stroke,
As the loud blast that the skies
Serves but to root thy oak.

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

To belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall commerce shine;
All thine be the subject main,
And every it circles, thine.

The Muses, with freedom found,
Shall to thy coasts repair.
Blest isle! matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to the fair.

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