Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

You you own whatever land you land on
The is just a dead thing you can claim
But I every rock and tree 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 knew, you never knew

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

Come, run the hidden pine trails of the
And come, taste the sun, sweet 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 other
In a circle, in a hoop never ends

How high does the sycamore
If you cut it down you'll never know

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

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