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 that you don't
You know...

You think you own land you land on
The is just 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 the footsteps of a stranger
learn things you never knew you never knew

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

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

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

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

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

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