Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

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

Hiawatha stood and
All the air was full of
All the earth was and joyous
And before him through the

Westward toward the neighbouring
Passed in golden swams, the
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, singing in the

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

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

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

With a of joy and gladness
a look of exultation
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 out towards it
And between the parted

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

O'er the water floating,
Something in the hazy
Something in the mist of
and lifted from the water
Now seemed floating, now flying
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
it's glossy neck and feathers?

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

But a birch with paddles
Rising, sinking in the
Dripping, flashing in the
And within it a people

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

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

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

No, it is the red swan
down beneath the water
To the sky wings are lifted
With blood the waves are reddened!

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)