Luyện nghe bài hát Song of the open road

(Walt Whitman, 1852)

Allons! The road is us
it is safe, I tried 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 remain unearned
Let the stand
not the cry of the teacher

Let the preach in his pulpit
let the lawyer plead in his
And let the expound the law...

...Let them!

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

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

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