Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

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

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

Westward toward the forest
Passed in swams, the ahmo
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, in the sunshine

Bright above him the heavens
spread the lake before him;
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, in the sunshine

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

From the bow of
Gone was every trace of
As the fog off the water
As the mist of the

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

Stood and hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands lifted
Both the palms spread out it
And between the parted

Feel the on his features
Flecked with his naked shoulders
As it and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and

O'er the water floating,
Something in the distance
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 dripping, flashing
it's glossy neck and feathers?

It was neither goose or
pelican nor heron
O'er the floating, flying
Through the mist of morning

But a canoe with paddles
Rising, sinking in the
Dripping, in the sunshine
And within it a people

Can it be the sun
the level plain of water
Or the red floatin, flying
Wounded by the arrow

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

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

No, it is the red swan
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 through the
suspended in the twilight
Walks in through the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)