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 sink 'neath ancestral plains.
Outcast in the 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 all that was real.
Then sold slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your 'abbo'--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 all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes the sky,
bathed in starlit 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.
'savage' nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still
from their bodies prehensile minds.
We sons of the and free,
our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that extends from 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).
what you search for is already 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
in his footsteps 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 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 wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of the other way around.