Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
By the shining
At the of the wigwam
In the summer morning

Hiawatha and waited
All the air was full of
All the earth was and joyous
And him through the sunshine

toward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams, the
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, in the sunshine

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

On it's the great forest
Stood in the water
Every had it's shadow
Motionless the water

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 look of
As of one who in a
what is to be, but is not

Stood and hiawatha
Toward the sun his were lifted
Both the palms out towards it
And between the fingers

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

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

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

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

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

all the waves with crimson
With the crimson of lifeblood
all the air with splendour
Filling all the air with

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

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

it the star of evening
Melts and trembles through the
suspended in the twilight
Walks in through the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)