Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

You I'm an ignorant savage
And been so many places
I it must be so
But still I see
If the one is me
How can there be so that you don't know
You know

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

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

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the voices of the
Can you paint all the colors of the wind
Can you paint all the colors of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of the
taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what worth

The rainstorm and the 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 will the sycamore
If you cut it down, then you'll know
And you'll hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the
We need to with all the colors of the wind

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