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

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

You think the 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 never knew, you never

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

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

The and the river are my brothers
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to other
In a circle, in a hoop that ends

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

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

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