Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

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

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

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

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
Or asked the grinning why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the

Come run the hidden trails of the forest
Come taste the berries 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 heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle, in a that never ends

How will the sycamore 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 copper
We to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint all the colors of the wind

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