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

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

Westward toward the forest
in golden swams, the ahmo
Passed the bees, the
Burning, singing in the

above him shone the heavens
Level the lake before him;
From it's 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 off the water
As the mist of the

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

and waited hiawatha
Toward the sun his hands were
Both the palms out towards it
And between the fingers

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

O'er the water floating,
Something in the hazy
Something in the mist of
Loomed and lifted from the
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 water dripping,
it's glossy neck and feathers?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(h. w. longfellow. maddy prior)