Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

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

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

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

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

Come run the hidden trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet of the Earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for once, wonder what they're worth

The and the river are my brothers
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a hoop never ends

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

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

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