Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

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

You think you own whatever land you 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 who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a
You'll learn things you never knew, you knew

Have you ever heard the cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the of the mountains
Can you paint all the colors of the wind
Can you with all the colors of the wind

Come run the hidden pine of the forest
taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're

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

How high will the sycamore
If you cut it down, you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn
For whether we are white or skinned
We to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the

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