Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the of gitche gumee
By the big-sea-water
At the of the wigwam
In the summer morning

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

Westward the neighbouring forest
Passed in swams, the ahmo
the bees, the honey-makers
Burning, singing in the

Bright him shone the heavens
spread the lake before him;
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the

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

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

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

Stood and waited
Toward the sun his hands were
Both the palms out towards it
And the parted fingers

Feel the sunshine on his
Flecked with light his shoulders
As it falls and an oak-tree
the rifted leaves and branches

O'er the water floating,
Something in the hazy
Something in the mist of
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,
With the water dripping,
From it's glossy and feathers?

It was neither goose or
pelican nor heron
O'er the floating, flying
Through the shining mist of

But a birch with paddles
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
by the magic arrow

Staining all the waves crimson
With the 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 stained purple
All the flushed with crimson!

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)