Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

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