Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
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 before him the sunshine

Westward the neighbouring forest
Passed in golden swams, the
Passed the bees, the
Burning, singing in the

Bright above him the heavens
Level spread the lake before
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, in the sunshine

On margin the great forest
Stood in the water
tree-top had it's shadow
Motionless the water

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

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

Stood and hiawatha
Toward the sun his were lifted
the palms spread out towards it
And between the fingers

Feel the sunshine on his
Flecked with light his shoulders
As it falls and flecks an
Through the rifted leaves and

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

It was neither goose or
Neither pelican nor
O'er the water floating,
the shining mist of morning

But a birch canoe with
Rising, in the sunshine
Dripping, in the sunshine
And within it a people

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)