Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've been so many
I it must 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 rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a

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

Have you heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning why he grinned?
Can you sing all the voices 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 of the forest
taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once, never wonder what worth

The and the river are my brothers
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never

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

For we are white 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 you'll own is Earth
You can paint with all the colors of the