Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

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

You think you own whatever you land on
The Earth is 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 people who are people
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 asked the bobcat why he grinned?
Can you with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the of the wind?

Come run the hidden trails of the forest
taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle, in a hoop never ends

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

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

You can own the and still
All you'll own is Earth
You can paint with all the colors of the