Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

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

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

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths making in a cloak
How they must love what 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 to love or to hate
us alone and you'll see
How we can drag the state

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

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

For we are the folk, we
Too to love 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