Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've so many places
I it must be so
But I cannot see
If the one is me
How can there be so that you don't know?
You know...

You think you own whatever land you on
The is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a

You think the only people who are
Are the people who and think like you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never

Have you ever heard the cry to the blue corn moon
Or the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the
Can you with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the

run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once, never wonder they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to other
In a circle, in a that never ends

How will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn

For whether we are white or skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the
We need to paint with all the of the wind

You can own the Earth and
All own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the