Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
By the shining
At the of the wigwam
In the early summer

Hiawatha stood and
All the air was full of
All the was bright and joyous
And him through the sunshine

Westward toward the 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;
From it's bosom leaped the
Sparkling, flashing in the

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

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

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

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his were lifted
Both the palms spread out 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 and branches

the water floating, flying
Something in the hazy
Something in the mist of
Loomed and from the water
Now seemed floating, now seemed
nearer, 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
pelican nor heron
O'er the floating, flying
Through the mist of morning

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

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

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

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

No, it is the red floating
Diving down the water
To the sky it's are lifted
With blood the waves are reddened!

Over it the star of
Melts and through the purple
suspended in the twilight
Walks in silence the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)