Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

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

You think the only 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 never knew, you never

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

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

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to other
In a circle, in a hoop that never

How high the sycamore grow?
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 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 until
You can paint all the colors
All the of the wind, oh yeah