Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

You I'm an ignorant salvage
been so many places I guess must be so
But I can not 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 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 think you
If you walk the of a stranger
You things you never knew
You knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the corn moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the of the mountains?
Can you paint all the colors of the wind?
Can you with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the pine trails of the forest
Come taste the berries of the earth
Come in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder they're worth

no...

The and the river are my brothers
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to other
In a circle in a loop that ends

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

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