Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

You think I'm an ignorant
And you've been so many
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 don't

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

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

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

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

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

How will the sycamore grow
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 or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the of the mountains
We to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the and still
All you'll own is Earth
You can paint with all the colors of the