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
Still I see if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't

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

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

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

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

How high does the sycamore
If you cut it down then you'll know

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

You can own the earth and
All own is earth until
You can with all the colors
All the colors of the wind, oh