Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past meets the we walk hand in hand,
Barefoot and kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I the
sun sink 'neath these plains.
Outcast in the by time,
Lie the fragile remains of a that was mine.
What money could not buy--the chose to steal,
To them power and riches all that was real.
Then into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that within all of us touched by his
hand,
the last grain of hope 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 link' the chain fast.
Watch us the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
bathed in starlit twilight--high above our spirits fly.
Every picture tells a tale of wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of the other way around.
This nobility rule without thrones,
And by birthright things we'll never own.
progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach
from their with prehensile minds.
We sons of the and free,
our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a bloodline extends from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong astral forms
'Til the of our passion can bear us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the land undefiled by human hand).
Unaware you search for is already mine.
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us
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 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in concrete from 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 part of nature--not the way around.