Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

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

stood and waited
All the air was full of
All the was bright and joyous
And before him through the

toward the neighbouring forest
Passed in swams, the ahmo
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, singing in the

above him shone the heavens
Level spread the lake before
From it's leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the

On margin the great forest
reflected in the water
Every tree-top had shadow
Motionless beneath the

From the bow of
Gone was trace of sorrow
As the fog off the water
As the of the meadow

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

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his hands were
the palms spread out towards it
And between the parted

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

O'er the floating, flying
Something in the hazy
Something in the 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 dripping, flashing
From glossy neck and feathers?

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

But a canoe with paddles
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 floatin, flying
Wounded by the magic

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

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

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

Over it the of evening
and trembles through the purple
Hangs suspended in the
Walks in silence the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)