Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

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

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

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

Come, run the hidden pine of the forest
And come, taste the sun, berries of the earth
Come, roll in all the all around you
And for once, never wonder they're worth, no

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 does the sycamore
If you cut it then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the cry to the blue corn moon
For we are white 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 earth
You can with all the colors
All the of the wind, oh yeah