Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

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

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

You think you own whatever you land on
The is just a dead thing you can claim
But I every rock and tree and creature
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 things you never knew
You knew

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

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

no...

The rainstorm and the river are my
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a in a loop that never ends

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

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