Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

You think you own whatever you land 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 the only people who are people
Are the people all who look and think you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
learn things you never knew, you never knew

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

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

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the otter are my
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a hoop never ends

How does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down you'll never 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 with all the colors of the wind

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