Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

[Originally by Billy

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

Her sentries pass on -- is all
And we gather behind them in
And plot to reconquer the
only our tongues for our swords

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

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

Yes -- and we little too
We are as as they
our works out of view
Watch, and see it some day

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

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

Rudyard