Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
By the big-sea-water
At the doorway of the
In the early summer

Hiawatha stood and
All the air was of freshness
All the earth was and joyous
And him through the sunshine

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

Bright him shone the heavens
Level spread the before him;
it's bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, in the sunshine

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

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

Stood and hiawatha
the sun his hands were lifted
Both the palms spread out it
And between the parted

Feel the on his features
with light his naked shoulders
As it and flecks an oak-tree
Through the leaves and branches

the water floating, flying
Something in the distance
Something in the of morning
Loomed and from the water
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 dripping, flashing
From it's neck and feathers?

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

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

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

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

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

No, it is the red floating
Diving beneath the water
To the sky it's wings are
With it's the waves are reddened!

Over it the of evening
Melts and through the purple
Hangs in the twilight
in silence through the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)