Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the meets 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 remains of a world that was mine.
What money could not buy--the strong to steal,
To them power and riches all that was real.
Then sold into (iron-ore digger),
I am 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us by his
hand,
the last 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 DREAMTIME 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit above our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility rule thrones,
And by inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress encroaches--the of their kind still reach
from bodies with prehensile minds.
We sons of the and free,
Cast our spirits to fly the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline that extends from Genesis to end).
Over and billabong astral forms soar--
'Til the of our passion can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the still undefiled by human hand).
Unaware what you for is already mine.
the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched
by his hand,
He's the last grain of hope left by our games--so tread
in his footsteps and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all remains of the past,
A DREAMTIME 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the of day,
Pause a (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 the other way around.