Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind

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

You you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can
But I know every rock and tree and
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only who are people
Are the people who and think like you
But if you walk the of a stranger
You'll learn things you knew you never knew

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

Come run the pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet of the earth
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once never wonder what worth

The and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my
And we are all connected to other
In a circle in a that never ends

How high a sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never
And you'll never the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper
We need to with all the voices of the mountain
We need to with all the colors of the wind

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