Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome looks where she treads
Always her heavy fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our
And Rome never heeds when we

Her sentries on, that is all
And we behind them in hordes
And to reconquer their wall
With our tongues for our swords

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

Mistletoe an oak
Rats cables in two
Moths making holes in a
How they 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 to love or to hate
Leave us alone and see
How we can drag down the

Yes, it is true, we are not
We of peoples that are
Yes and we'll them along
To and destroy you in war

We be slaves, just the same?
Yes, we have been slaves
But you, you will die of the
And then we dance on your graves

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

We are the in the wood
We are the rot at the
We are the taint in the
We are the thorn in the