Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

[Originally by Billy

Rome never looks where she
Always her heavy fall
On our stomachs, our hearts and our
And Rome never when we bawl

Her sentries pass on -- is all
And we behind them in hordes
And to reconquer the Wall
With only our for our swords

For we are the folk -- we!
Too little to or to hate
us alone and you'll see
That we can down the state

killing an oak
Rats gnawing in two
making holes in a cloak
How they must love they do!

Yes -- and we folk too
We are as as they
our works out of view
Watch, and you'll see it day

No indeed! We are not
But we know of Peoples are
Yes and we'll guide along
To smash and you in war

We shall be slaves just the
Yes, we have always been
But you -- you will die of the
And then we will dance on graves

We are the in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the in the blood!
We are the in the foot!

Kipling