Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

[Originally by Bragg]

Rome looks where she treads
her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts and our
And Rome never hears we bawl

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

For we are the little -- we!
Too little to or to hate
Leave us alone and see
we can bring down the state

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths making in a cloak
How they must love they do!

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

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

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