Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

You think you own land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can
But I know every rock and and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a

You think the only people who are
Are the people who look and think you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing all the voices of the mountain?
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 sun-sweet berries of the
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once, never wonder what they're

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

Have you ever the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the tell you where he's been
Can you sing with all the voices of the
Can you paint with all the of the wind
Can you paint all the colors of the wind

How does 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 voices of the
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