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 that you don't know
You don't

You think you own whatever you land on
The Earth is just a dead 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 who look and think like you
But if you the footsteps of a stranger
learn things you never knew, you never knew

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

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

The and the river are my brothers
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle, in a hoop that 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 we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the 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 with all the colors of the wind