Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

You I'm an ignorant savage
You've been so places, I guess it must be so
I cannot see if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't You don't know

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

Have you ever 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 paint all the colors of the wind?
Can you with all the colors of the wind? Yeah

Come, run the hidden pine trails of the
And come, the sun, sweet berries of the earth
Come, roll in all the all around you
And for once, never wonder what worth, no

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

How does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then never know

And you'll never the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the of the wind

You can own the earth and
All you'll own is earth
You can paint with all the
All the of the wind, oh yeah