Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

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

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

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths holes in a cloak
How they must what they do

Yes and we little 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 peoples are
Yes and we'll guide them
To and destroy you in war

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

For we are the folk, we
Too little to love or to
us alone and you'll 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 in the foot