Luyện nghe bài hát France Anthem Text

Arise children of the
The day of glory has
Against us
standard is raised
Listen to the in the fields
The howling of these soldiers
They are coming our midst
To cut the of your sons and consorts
To citizens
Form you
March,
Let blood
our furrows
What do want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial
For these vile chains
long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What
What must be taken?
It is we dare plan
To to the old slavery!
What! These cohorts!
They make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary
Would cut down our warrior
Good Lord! By hands
Our brow would yield the yoke
The vile would have themselves be
The masters of
Tremble, and traitors
The of all good men
Tremble! parricidal schemes
Will receive their just
you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young
France will bear new
to join the fight against you
Frenchmen, as warriors
Bear or hold back wounds
Spare sad victims
That they regret taking up arms us
But not these despots
These accomplices of
All these who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers'
We shall enter the pit
When our elders will no be there
we shall find their ashes
And the of their virtues
We are much less jealous of surviving
Than of sharing their
We shall the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining
on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging
Liberty, cherished
the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let
to your evil tone
So that in death enemies
See your and our glory!
Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco