Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

Her pass on, that is all
And we gather them in hordes
And plot to reconquer wall
With our tongues for our swords

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

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

Yes and we folk too
We are as as they
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 and you'll see
How we can drag the state

Yes, it is true, we are not
We know of that are
Yes and guide them along
To and destroy you in war

We shall be slaves, just the
Yes, we have always slaves
But you, you will die of the
And then we shall on your graves

For we are the folk, we
Too to love or to hate
Leave us and you'll see
How we can drag down the

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