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 souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I the
sun sink these ancestral plains.
in the outback--forgotten by time,
Lie the fragile of a world that was mine.
What could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To power and riches were all that was real.
Then sold slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am your lacky--your 'nigger.'
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
in his footsteps and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
Watch us skip the dark against the sky,
Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high our spirits fly.
Every picture a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a part of nature--not the way around.
This nobility rule without thrones,
And by inherit things we'll never own.
Though progress last of their kind still reach
from their bodies with minds.
We sons of the and free,
our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
(See a that extends from Genesis to fiery end).
Over bushland and billabong forms soar--
the therms of our passion can bear 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 that sleeps within all of us
by his hand,
the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
soft in his footsteps and 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 moment (stop and wonder)--who's savage you or they?
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they found,
Man is just a part of the other way around.