Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never looks where she
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 gather behind them in
And to reconquer their wall
With only our tongues for our

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

Mistletoe an oak
gnawing cables in two
Moths making in a cloak
How they love what they do

Yes and we little 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
us alone and you'll see
How we can drag the state

Yes, it is true, we are not
We know of peoples are
Yes and we'll them along
To smash and you in war

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

For we are the folk, we
Too little to love or to
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 taint in the
We are the in the foot