Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

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

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

You the only people who are people
Are the people who look and like you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
learn things you never knew, you never knew

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

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

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

How high will the 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 white or copper
We need to with all the voices of the mountains
We need to with all the colors of the wind

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