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 through my veins as I watch the
sun sink 'neath these plains.
in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a world was mine.
What could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches were all was real.
sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that 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 WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of hidden 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 still reach
from their bodies prehensile minds.
We sons of the and free,
Cast our spirits to fly the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong astral forms
'Til the therms of our can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that within all of us touched
by his hand,
He's the grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
soft in his and whisper his name.
A WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the of day,
a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they?
Every picture tells a tale of hidden they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.