Quốc ca Hoa Kỳ

 
 
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming ?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave ?