Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never where she treads
Always her hooves fall
On our stomachs, our or our heads
And Rome heeds when we call

Her pass on, that is all
And we behind them in hordes
And plot to their wall
With only our for our swords

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

killing an oak
Rats cables in two
making holes in a cloak
How they must what they do

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

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

Yes, it is true, we are not
We of peoples that are
Yes and we'll guide them
To smash and 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

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

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