Luyện nghe bài hát Natives

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

Promesses de terrestre,
de perles et de coutreaux
Missionnaires et poinniers sont des soldats saveurs
et conquerants,
Ils font attendre
Des ondulant
Leur verite un applat
Au toucher d'une main
L'innocence se en deshonneur
qui demeure a l'interieur
Dort dans la

toutes nos langues,
Nous ne communiquer
Malgre nos langues natives,
Nous sommes tous ici
Les du passe sont lentes a disparaitre
Les complaintes des morts resonnent
Dans notre tete le du mal
De forces de choisir,
Quelques uns de lutter