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 summer morning

Hiawatha and waited
All the air was full of
All the was bright and joyous
And before him the sunshine

Westward the neighbouring forest
in golden swams, the ahmo
Passed the bees, the
Burning, in the sunshine

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

On it's margin the forest
Stood reflected in the
Every 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 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 spread out towards it
And the parted fingers

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

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

It was neither goose or
Neither 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 within it a people

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)