Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

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

You think the only 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 never knew, you never

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

Come, run the hidden trails of the forest
And come, the sun, sweet berries of the earth
Come, in all the riches all around you
And for once, never 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 other
In a circle, in a that never ends

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

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the corn moon
For whether we are white or 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 own is earth until
You can with all the colors
All the of the wind, oh yeah