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 still I see
If the one is me
Now can be so much that you don't know?
You know ...

You think you own whatever land you on
The Earth is just a dead you can claim
But I know rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a

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

you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the of the mountains?
Can you with all the colors of the wind?
Can you with all the colors of the wind?

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

The rainstorm and the river are my
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle, in a hoop that ends

How will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then never know
And you'll never hear the cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the 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 all the colors of the wind