Luyện nghe bài hát Trance Dance (A Dreamtime Walkabout)

Where the past meets the present we hand in hand,
and naked--but kings of our land,
The souls of my forefathers course through my as I watch the
sun 'neath these ancestral plains.
Outcast in the by time,
Lie the remains of a world that was mine.
What money not buy--the strong chose to steal,
To power and riches were all that was real.
Then into slavery (iron-ore digger),
I am 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
Awaken the neo-neanderthal man sleeps 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 skip the dark against the sky,
Bodies bathed in twilight--high above our spirits fly.
Every tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
Man is just a of nature--not the other way around.
This 'savage' nobility without thrones,
And by birthright inherit things we'll own.
Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind reach
from their bodies prehensile minds.
We of the wilderness--unchained and free,
Cast our 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 therms of our passion can us no more.
(Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by 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 unspoilt by our games--so
soft in his and whisper his name.
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that of the past,
A WALKABOUT--the 'missing link' holds the chain fast.
As you cower in boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most you or they?
Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they found,
Man is just a of nature--not the other way around.