Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've so many places
I it must be so
But still I 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 just a dead 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 cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the of the mountains?
Can you paint all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once, never what they're worth

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

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

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

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