Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

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

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

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

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

For we are the folk, we
Too little to or to hate
Leave us 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 smash and you in war

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

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