Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
Against us
standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the
The howling of these soldiers
are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let impure
our furrows
What do they this horde of slaves
Of and conspiratorial kings?
For whom vile chains
These irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! outrage
What must be taken?
It is we they plan
To to the old slavery!
What! foreign cohorts!
They would make in our courts!
What! mercenary phalanxes
Would cut our warrior sons
Lord! By chained hands
Our would yield under the yoke
The despots would have themselves be
The of destiny
Tremble, tyrants and
The of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal
Will their just reward
you we are all soldiers
If fall, our young heros
will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight you
Frenchmen, as magnanimous
Bear or hold back your
Spare sad victims
That regret taking up arms against us
But not bloody despots
These accomplices of
All tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out mothers' wombs
We shall enter the pit
When our will no longer be there
There we shall their ashes
And the of their virtues
We are much jealous of surviving them
Than of their coffins
We shall have the pride
Of avenging or joining
on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging
Liberty, cherished
Join the struggle with your
Under our flags, let
Hurry to evil tone
So that in death your
See your and our glory!
by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco