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
Still I see if the savage 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 is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know rock 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 ever the wolf cry to the blue corn 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 paint with all the colors of the wind?

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

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

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

And you'll hear 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 earth and
All own is earth until
You can paint with all the
All the of the wind, oh yeah