Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the shore of gitche
By the big-sea-water
At the doorway of the
In the early summer

Hiawatha stood and
All the air was full of
All the earth was bright and
And before him through the

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

above him shone the heavens
Level spread the before him;
From bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the

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

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

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

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

Feel the on his features
with light his naked shoulders
As it falls and flecks an
the rifted leaves and branches

O'er the floating, flying
Something in the hazy
Something in the mist of
Loomed and lifted 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,
the water dripping, flashing
From it's glossy neck and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Over it the star of
and trembles through the purple
Hangs suspended in the
Walks in silence the heavens!

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)