Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

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

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

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

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the otter are my
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that ends

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

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

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