Luyện nghe bài hát Colors Of The Wind (Pocahontas)

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

You think you own land you land on
The is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and 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 the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the voices of the
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 sweet berries of the
roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, wonder 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 will the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you'll know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn
For whether we are white or skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the
We need to 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 of the wind