Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

Her sentries on, that is all
And we gather behind in hordes
And plot to their wall
With only our tongues for our

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

killing an oak
Rats gnawing in two
Moths making in a cloak
How they love what they do

Yes and we folk too
We are as as they
our works out of view
Watch and you'll see it 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 peoples are
Yes and we'll guide along
To smash and you in war

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

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

We are the in the wood
We are the rot at the
We are the in the blood
We are the thorn in the