Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

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

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

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

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

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

From the bow of
Gone was every trace of
As the fog from off the
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

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

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

O'er the floating, flying
in the hazy distance
Something in the of morning
and lifted 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 glossy and feathers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)