Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

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

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

You think you own whatever you land on
The Earth is just a 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 the footsteps of a stranger
You things you never knew
You never

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

run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all you
And for once never wonder what worth

no...

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

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

And you'll hear the wolf cry
To the blue corn
Or whether we are or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the of the mountains
Need to paint all the colors of the wind
You can own the and still all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint all the colors of the wind