Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past meets the we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and kings 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 of a world that was mine.
What money not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and were all that was real.
Then into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us by his
hand,
He's the last grain of hope left by our games--so tread
soft in his footsteps and his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing holds the chain fast.
us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit above our spirits fly.
Every tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is a part of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still
their bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the and free,
Cast our to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a that extends from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong astral forms
'Til the therms of our can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by hand).
Unaware what you for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man sleeps within all of us touched
by his hand,
He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our tread
in his footsteps and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they found,
Man is a part of nature--not the other way around.