Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've so many places
I guess it be so
But still I see
If the one is me
How can there be so much you don't know
You know

You think you own whatever you land on
The Earth is a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and
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 walk the footsteps of a
You'll learn things you never knew, you knew

Have you ever heard the cry to the blue corn moon
Or the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the of the mountains
Can you paint with all the of the wind
Can you with all the colors of the wind

run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once, never what they're worth

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

How high will the sycamore
If you cut it down, then never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn
For whether we are white or copper
We need to sing with all the of the mountains
We need to paint all the colors of the wind

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