Luyện nghe bài hát Colour Of The Wind

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

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

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

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

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

Come run the hidden pine trails of the
taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once wonder what they're worth

no...

The rainstorm and the river are my
The heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a circle in a loop that ends

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

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