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 there be so much that you know?
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 walk the footsteps of a
You'll learn you never knew you never knew

Have you ever the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the of the wind?
Can you with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once, never wonder what worth

The rainstorm and the river are my
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle, in a hoop that ends

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

For whether we are or copper 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 and still
All own is Earth until
You can with all the colors of the wind