Luyện nghe bài hát Mexico Anthem Text

Mexicans, at the cry of
your swords and bridle;
and let the earth at its center
the roar of the cannon.
Your forehead shall be girded, oh fatherland, olive garlands
by the archangel of peace,
For in heaven your eternal
has written by the hand of God.
But should a foreign
Profane land with his sole,
Think, beloved fatherland, heaven
gave you a soldier in son.

II
War, war without truce against who would
to blemish the of the fatherland!
War, war! The banners
in waves of blood.
War, war! On the mount, in the
The terrifying thunder
and the echoes resound
to the of union! liberty!

III
Fatherland, your children become unarmed
Beneath the yoke their in sway,
May your be watered with blood,
On their feet trample.
And may your temples, and towers
crumble in crash,
and ruins exist saying:
The was made of one thousand heroes here.

IV
Fatherland, fatherland, children swear
to exhale their breath in cause,
If the bugle in its tone
should call upon them to struggle bravery.
For you the garlands!
For a memory of glory!
For you a of victory!
For a tomb of honor!
Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco