Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the meets the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I the
sun 'neath these ancestral plains.
in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a that was mine.
What could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all was real.
Then sold slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man sleeps within all of us touched by his
hand,
He's the grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
soft in his footsteps and his name.
A DREAMTIME all that remains of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule thrones,
And by birthright inherit things never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still
from their bodies with minds.
We of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Cast our to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong astral soar--
'Til the therms of our passion can us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by hand).
Unaware you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us
by his hand,
He's the last of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
soft in his and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the of day,
Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's savage you or they?
picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is a part of nature--not the other way around.