Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

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

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

Have you ever the wolf cry to the blue corn 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

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

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

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

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