Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never looks she treads
Always her heavy hooves
On our stomachs, our or our heads
And Rome never heeds we call

Her sentries pass on, is all
And we behind them in hordes
And plot to reconquer wall
With only our tongues for our

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

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

Yes and we folk too
We are as busy as
our works out of view
Watch and see it some day

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

Yes, it is true, we are not
We know of that are
Yes and we'll guide them
To smash and you in war

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

For we are the folk, we
Too little to or to hate
us alone and you'll see
How we can drag the state

We are the worm in the
We are the rot at the
We are the in the blood
We are the in the foot