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 and waited
All the air was of freshness
All the earth was bright and
And him through the sunshine

Westward toward the neighbouring
Passed in swams, the ahmo
Passed the bees, the
Burning, singing in the

Bright above him shone the
Level spread the lake him;
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the

On it's margin the great
Stood in the water
Every tree-top had it's
Motionless beneath the

the bow of hiawatha
Gone was trace of sorrow
As the fog from off the
As the of the meadow

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

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his hands lifted
Both the palms spread out it
And between the fingers

the sunshine on his features
Flecked with light his shoulders
As it falls and an oak-tree
Through the rifted and branches

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

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

But a birch canoe 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
by the magic arrow

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)