Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past the present we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course my veins as I watch the
sun sink these ancestral plains.
in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world was mine.
What money could not buy--the chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all was real.
Then sold into (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that within all of us touched 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 that of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Bodies bathed in twilight--high above our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they found,
Man is a part of nature--not the other way around.
This nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of kind 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 bloodline extends from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong forms soar--
'Til the therms of our can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that within all of us touched
by his hand,
He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our tread
soft in his 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 concrete boxes--sheltered the light of day,
a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they?
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.