Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never where she treads
her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs our hearts and our
And Rome never hears when we
Her pass on -- that is all
And we gather behind them in
And plot to reconquer the
With only our for our swords
For we are the little -- we!
Too little to or to hate
Leave us and you'll see
How we can down the state
Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths making holes in a
How they must what they do!
Yes -- and we little too
We are as busy as
Working our works out of
Watch, and you'll see it
No indeed! We are not
But we know of Peoples are
Yes and we'll guide them
To and destroy you in war
We shall be slaves just the
Yes, we have always been
But you -- you will die of the
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!