Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

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

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

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

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

Come run the hidden trails of the forest
Come taste the sun berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once, wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a hoop never ends

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

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