Luyện nghe bài hát Natives

For all our languages we communicate
For all our tongues we're all native here
Sons of their fathers' dream the dream
The sound of words become a scream
Voices of anger, of history
and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride
With promises of and gifts of beads and knives
Missionaries and pioneers are all soldiers in
Saviors and they make us wait
The fishers of men they their truth like bait
With the touch of a strangers' hand turns to shame
The that dwelt within it sleeps out in the rain
For all our tongues we can't communicate
For all our native tongues we're all here
The scars of the are slow to disappear
The of the dead are always in our ears
Only the very safe can talk wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to

de paradis terrestre,
Presents de et de coutreaux
et poinniers sont des soldats saveurs deguises
et conquerants,
Ils font attendre
Des ondulant
Leur comme un applat
Au toucher main atrange
se convertit en deshonneur
L'esprit qui a l'interieur
dans la pluie

Malgre nos langues,
ne pouvons communiquer
Malgre nos langues natives,
Nous sommes tous ici
Les du passe sont lentes a disparaitre
Les des morts resonnent toujours
Dans notre le bien du mal
De ceux de choisir,
uns choisiront de lutter