Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

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

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

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

Come, run the hidden pine of the forest
And come, taste the sun, sweet of the earth
Come, in all the riches all around you
And for once, wonder what they're worth, no

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

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 white or copper
We to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint all the colors of the wind

You can own the and still
All own is earth until
You can paint with all the
All the of the wind, oh yeah