Luyện nghe bài hát Project

Two roads in a yellow wood,
And sorry I not travel both
And be one traveler, I stood
And down one as far as I could
To it bent in the undergrowth;

Then the other, as just as fair,
And perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted
as for that the passing there
Had worn them really the same,

And that morning equally lay
In no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the for another day!
Yet knowing how way on to way,
I doubted if I ever come back.

I shall be telling with a sigh
Somewhere ages and hence:
Two diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one traveled by,
And that has all the difference.