Luyện nghe bài hát Natives

For all our languages we can't
For all our native we're all native here
of their fathers' dream the same dream
The sound of words become a scream
Voices of anger, victims of
and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride
With promises of paradise and of beads and knives
Missionaries and are all soldiers in disguise
Saviors and conquerors they make us
The fishers of men they wave their truth bait
With the touch of a hand innocence turns to shame
The spirit dwelt within it sleeps out in the rain
For all our native tongues we can't
For all our native tongues we're all natives
The scars of the past are slow to
The cries of the dead are always in our
Only the safe can talk about wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to

de paradis terrestre,
Presents de perles et de
Missionnaires et poinniers sont des saveurs deguises
et conquerants,
Ils font attendre
Des ondulant
verite comme un applat
Au d'une main atrange
L'innocence se en deshonneur
qui demeure a l'interieur
Dort la pluie

Malgre nos langues,
Nous ne communiquer
Malgre nos langues natives,
sommes tous natifs ici
Les cicatrices du passe sont a disparaitre
Les des morts resonnent toujours
notre tete le bien du mal
De ceux de choisir,
Quelques uns de lutter