Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

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

Hiawatha and waited
All the air was full of
All the earth was and joyous
And before him through the

Westward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams, the
Passed the bees, the
Burning, in the sunshine

Bright above him shone the
Level spread the lake before
it's bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, in the sunshine

On margin the great forest
reflected in the water
Every had it's shadow
Motionless the water

the bow of hiawatha
Gone was every of sorrow
As the fog off the water
As the of the meadow

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

Stood and hiawatha
Toward the sun his were lifted
Both the palms out towards it
And between the parted

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

the water floating, flying
Something in the hazy
Something in the of morning
and lifted from the water
Now seemed floating, now flying
Coming 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 neck and feathers?

It was neither or diver
pelican nor heron
O'er the water floating,
Through the shining mist of

But a birch canoe paddles
Rising, in the sunshine
Dripping, flashing in the
And within it a people

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

Staining all the waves crimson
With the crimson of lifeblood
Filling all the air with
Filling all the air plumage

Yes, it is the sun
Sinking into the water
All the sky is with purple
All the flushed with crimson!

No, it is the red swan
Diving beneath the water
To the sky it's wings are
With it's blood the are reddened!

it the star of evening
Melts and trembles the purple
Hangs in the twilight
Walks in through the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)