Luyện nghe bài hát A Pict Song

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

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

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

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

Yes and we folk too
We are as as they
Working our out of view
and you'll see it some day

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

Yes, it is true, we are not
We of peoples that are
Yes and guide them along
To smash and you in war

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

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

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