Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've been so many places; I it must be so
But still I see, if the savage one is me
How can there be so much you don't know?
You know...

You you own whatever land 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 name.

You think the people who are people
Are the people who look and like you
But if you the footsteps 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 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 of the wind?

run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the berries of the earth
roll in all the riches all around you
And for never wonder what they're worth

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

How high will a sycamore
If you cut it down then you'll know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the corn moon
For whether we are white or copper
We need to sing with all the voices of the
We need to paint all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and
All own is earth until
You can paint with all the of the wind