Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

"Pocahontas"]

You I'm an ignorant savage
And you've so many places
I it must be so
But still I see
If the one is me
How can there be so much that you know?
You know...

You think you own whatever land you 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 think the people who are people
Are the people who look and like you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the voices of the
Can you paint with all the colors of the
Can you paint with all the colors of the

Come run the hidden pine of the forest
Come the sunsweet berries of the Earth
roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the 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 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 voices of the
We to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and
All you'll own is Earth
You can paint all the colors of the wind