Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

You think I'm an salvage
You've been so many places I guess be so
But I can not see
If the one is me

How can be so much that you don't know
You don't

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

You the only people who are people
Are the people who and think like you
If you walk the footsteps of a
You learn things you knew
You knew

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

Come run the pine trails of the forest
Come the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for never wonder what they're worth

no...

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

how high the sycamore grow if you cut it down then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the cry
To the blue moon
Or whether we are or copper-skinned
We need to sing all the voices of the mountains
to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the