Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never looks where she
Always her heavy hooves
On our stomachs, our hearts or our
And Rome never heeds we call

Her sentries pass on, is all
And we gather them in hordes
And plot to reconquer their
only our tongues for our swords

For we are the folk, we
Too to love or to hate
us alone and you'll see
How we can drag the state

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths making holes in a
How must love what they do

Yes and we folk too
We are as busy as
Working our works out of
Watch and see it some day

For we are the folk, we
Too little to or to hate
Leave us and you'll see
How we can drag the state

Yes, it is true, we are not
We know of peoples are
Yes and we'll guide along
To smash and you in war

We shall be slaves, the same?
Yes, we have always been
But you, you die of the shame
And then we shall on your graves

For we are the folk, we
Too little to love or to
Leave us alone and see
How we can drag down the

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