Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

You think I'm an ignorant
And been so many 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 land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can
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 look and think you
But if you walk the of a stranger
You'll learn things you knew you never knew

you ever heard 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 paint with all the of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the
Come the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what worth

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

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

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

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