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 summer morning

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

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

Bright above him the heavens
Level the lake before him;
From it's leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, in the sunshine

On it's margin the great
Stood in the water
Every tree-top had it's
Motionless the water

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Staining all the with crimson
the crimson of it's 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 with
All the water with crimson!

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)