Luyện nghe bài hát Natives

For all our languages we can't
For all our native tongues we're all here
of their fathers' dream the same dream
The sound of words become a scream
Voices of anger, of history
Plundered and set aside, fat on swallowed pride
promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives
Missionaries and pioneers are all soldiers in
and conquerors they make us wait
The fishers of men they their truth like bait
With the touch of a hand innocence turns to shame
The spirit that dwelt it sleeps out in the rain
For all our native tongues we communicate
For all our native tongues we're all here
The scars of the past are slow to
The cries of the dead are in our ears
Only the very can talk about wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose some will to fight

Promesses de terrestre,
de perles et de coutreaux
Missionnaires et poinniers sont des soldats saveurs
et conquerants,
Ils nous attendre
Des charlatans
Leur verite comme un
Au toucher main atrange
L'innocence se en deshonneur
L'esprit qui a l'interieur
Dort dans la

toutes nos langues,
Nous ne communiquer
toutes nos langues natives,
Nous sommes tous ici
Les cicatrices du passe sont lentes a
Les complaintes des morts toujours
Dans tete le bien du mal
De ceux de choisir,
uns choisiront de lutter