Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

You I'm an ignorant salvage
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 much that you know
You don't

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

You think the only who are people
Are the who look and think like you
If you the footsteps of a stranger
You things you never knew
You knew

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

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

no...

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my
And we are all to each 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 corn moon
Or whether we are white or
We need to sing with all the voices of the
to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still all own is earth
Until you can paint all the colors of the wind