Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gumee
By the big-sea-water
At the of the wigwam
In the early morning

Hiawatha stood and
All the air was of freshness
All the earth was and joyous
And before him the sunshine

Westward toward the forest
in golden swams, the ahmo
Passed the bees, the
Burning, in the sunshine

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

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

the bow of hiawatha
Gone was trace of sorrow
As the fog off the water
As the mist of the

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

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his hands lifted
Both the spread out towards it
And between the parted

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

the water floating, flying
Something in the distance
in the mist of morning
Loomed and lifted from the
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 and feathers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)