Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

Rome never where she treads
Always her heavy fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our
And Rome never when we call

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

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

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

Yes and we folk too
We are as busy as
our works out of view
Watch and you'll see it 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 along
To and destroy you in war

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

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

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