Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past meets the present we hand in hand,
Barefoot and kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers through 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 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 all of us touched by his
hand,
He's the last grain of 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 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high above our fly.
Every picture 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 inherit things we'll never own.
progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach
from bodies with prehensile minds.
We of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Cast our to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that extends Genesis to fiery end).
Over and billabong astral forms soar--
'Til the therms of our passion can us no more.
(Its shadow upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
what you search for is already mine.
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 and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Pause a (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they?
Every picture tells a of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.