Luyện nghe bài hát Colors of the Wind

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You think I'm an savage
And you've so many places
I guess it be so
But I cannot see
If the one is me
Now can there be so much that you don't
You don't ...

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 the only 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 knew 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 trails of the
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once, wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each
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 cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or skinned
We need to sing 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 with all the colors of the wind