Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but of our land,
The of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the
sun sink these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a that was mine.
What money not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them and riches were all that was real.
sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the man that sleeps within all of us touched by his
hand,
He's the last grain of left unspoilt by our games--so tread
in his footsteps and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A DREAMTIME 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes the sky,
Bodies in starlit twilight--high above our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of hidden they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.
This 'savage' rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their still reach
from their bodies prehensile minds.
We of the wilderness--unchained and free,
our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a that extends from Genesis to fiery end).
bushland and billabong astral forms soar--
'Til the of our passion can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the land still by human hand).
Unaware you search for is already mine.
the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched
by his hand,
He's the last grain of hope unspoilt by our games--so tread
in his footsteps and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered the light of day,
Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most you or they?
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.