Luyện nghe bài hát Song of the open road

(Walt Whitman, 1852)

Allons! The road is us
it is safe, I have it
My own feet have it well
be not

Let the paper remain on the desk
and the book on the unopened
Let the tools remain in the
let the money unearned
Let the stand
mind not the cry of the

Let the preacher in his pulpit
let the plead in his court
And let the expound the law...

...Let them!

Comerado! I you my hand
I give you my love more than money
I give you myself before and law

Will you give me
Will you come travel me?
Will you me yourself? Hey!
you come travel with me?

Will we stick be each
as as we live?
As long as we