Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

[Originally by Bragg]

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

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

For we are the folk -- we!
Too little to love or to
Leave us alone and see
That we can down the state

killing an oak
Rats cables in two
Moths making in a cloak
How must love what they do!

Yes -- and we folk too
We are as busy as
Working our 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 them along
To and destroy you in war

We shall be slaves just the
Yes, we always been 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