Luyện nghe bài hát The Song of Hiawatha

By the of gitche gumee
By the shining
At the doorway of the
In the summer morning

stood and waited
All the air was of freshness
All the earth was and joyous
And before him through the

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

Bright him shone the heavens
Level spread the before 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
was every 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 hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands were
Both the spread out towards it
And between the fingers

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

the water floating, flying
Something in the hazy
in the mist of morning
Loomed and from the water
Now floating, now seemed 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
From it's glossy neck and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. vocals: prior)