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 of freshness
All the earth was bright and
And before him the sunshine

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

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

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

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

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 were
Both the spread out towards it
And between the fingers

Feel the on his features
with light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an
Through the rifted and branches

O'er the floating, flying
Something in the hazy
Something in the of morning
Loomed and lifted the water
Now floating, now seemed flying
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 neck and feathers?

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

But a birch canoe paddles
Rising, in the sunshine
Dripping, flashing in the
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 with
the crimson of it's lifeblood
Filling all the air with
Filling all the air with

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)