Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
By the shining
At the doorway of the
In the early summer

stood and waited
All the air was of freshness
All the was bright and joyous
And him through the sunshine

toward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams, the
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, in the sunshine

Bright above him shone the
Level the lake before him;
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the

On it's margin the forest
Stood reflected in the
tree-top had it's shadow
Motionless beneath the

the bow of hiawatha
Gone was every trace of
As the fog from off the
As the of the meadow

With a of joy and gladness
a look of exultation
As of one who in a
what is to be, but is not

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his hands were
Both the palms out towards it
And between the fingers

the sunshine on his features
Flecked light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an
Through the rifted and branches

O'er the water floating,
Something in the distance
in the mist of morning
Loomed and lifted the water
Now seemed floating, now seemed
nearer, nearer, nearer
Was it shingebis, the
Or the pelican, the

Or the heron, the
Or the goose, waw-be-wawa,
With the water dripping,
From it's glossy neck and

It was goose or diver
Neither nor heron
the water floating, flying
Through the mist of morning

But a birch canoe with
Rising, in the sunshine
Dripping, flashing in the
And within it came a

Can it be the sun
O'er the plain of water
Or the red swan floatin,
Wounded by the magic

all the waves with crimson
With the of it's lifeblood
Filling all the air with
Filling all the air plumage

Yes, it is the sun
down into the water
All the sky is stained with
All the water with crimson!

No, it is the red floating
down beneath the water
To the sky it's are lifted
With blood the waves are reddened!

it the star of evening
Melts and trembles the purple
Hangs suspended in the
Walks in silence the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)