Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gumee
By the big-sea-water
At the of the wigwam
In the early summer

stood and waited
All the air was of freshness
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, singing in the

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

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

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

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

and waited hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands lifted
the palms spread out towards it
And between the parted

Feel the on his features
with light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an
the rifted leaves and branches

O'er the water floating,
Something in the hazy
in the mist of morning
Loomed and lifted the water
Now floating, now seemed flying
nearer, nearer, nearer
Was it shingebis, the
Or the pelican, the

Or the heron, the
Or the goose, waw-be-wawa,
the water dripping, flashing
From it's 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, in the sunshine
And within it came a

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

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

Yes, it is the sun
Sinking into the water
All the sky is stained 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 blood the are reddened!

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)