Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past meets the present we hand in hand,
Barefoot and naked--but of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my as I watch the
sun sink these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the by time,
Lie the fragile of a world that was mine.
What money could not strong chose to steal,
To them power and riches all that 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 grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so
soft in his and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME all that remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' the chain fast.
Watch us skip the fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit above our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of hidden they have found,
Man is just a of nature--not the other way around.
This nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright inherit we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of kind still reach
from their bodies with minds.
We of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Cast our spirits to fly the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that extends Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong astral forms
'Til the of our passion can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast the land still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you search for is mine.
Awaken the man that 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 DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered the light of day,
Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most you or they?
Every tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a of nature--not the other way around.