Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

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

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

You think you own whatever land you on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can
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 learn things you knew
You never

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue 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 of the wind?

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

no...

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all to each other
In a in a loop that never ends

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

And you'll hear the wolf cry
To the corn moon
Or whether we are or copper-skinned
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 all you'll own is earth
you can paint with all the colors of the wind