Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Colors of the Wind

Colors of The Wind

Think own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
a life, has a spirit, has a name
Think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pinetrails of the
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
And the heron and the are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends

Repeat *]
How high does the sycamore grow
If cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry
To the blue corn
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
To paint with all the colors of the wind
can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind