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 and waited
All the air was of freshness
All the was bright and joyous
And before him through the

Westward toward the forest
in golden swams, the ahmo
Passed the bees, the
Burning, singing in the

Bright above him shone the
Level spread the lake before
From it's bosom leaped the
Sparkling, flashing in the

On it's the great forest
reflected in the water
Every tree-top had it's
Motionless beneath the

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

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
Toward the sun his hands lifted
Both the palms out towards it
And the parted fingers

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

O'er the floating, flying
Something in the distance
in the mist 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 goose or diver
Neither nor heron
O'er the water floating,
Through the shining mist of

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

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)