Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman 's Niece

Last or the night before that,
I won't say which
A seaman of mine,
not say which seaman,
up to a big old building,
I say which building,
And would not walked up the stairs,
not to say stairs,
If there had not two girls,
leaving out the names of two girls.

I recall a door, a big room,
not tell which room,
I a big blue rug,
but I can't say rug,
A girl down a book of poems,
not to say book of poems
And as she I laid my head,
and I can't tell head,
Down in her lap, and I can which lap

My seaman buddy and girl off
after a couple of pages and I was,
All night long, laying and
and the poems.
And as well as I recall,
or my seaman recollect,
My girl had told us she was a niece
of Walt Whitman, but not niece,
And it takes a night and a
and a book of kind
A long long time to find its way