塞繆爾‧F‧史密斯
亞美利加
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你是我的祖國, 美好自由之邦, 我要為你歌唱。 父輩葬身之處, 移民誇耀之土, 讓我自由之聲, 響徹每個山岡。
是我出生的地方,
讓音樂鼓起微風,
你是父輩的上帝,
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My country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty; Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrims' pride From every mountainside Let freedom ring. My native country--thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills Thy woods and tempted hills My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song Let all that breathe partake Let mortal tongues awake Let rocks their silence break The sound prolong. Our fathers' God to thee Author of liberty To thee we sing Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light Protect us by thy might Great God, our King. |