Luyện nghe bài hát Rule Britannia

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

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

The not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to fall,
While shalt flourish great and free:
The and envy of them all.

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

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

To thee belongs the reign;
Thy cities shall with shine;
All shall be the subject main,
And shore it circles, thine.

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

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