Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman 's Niece

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

I recall a door, a big room,
not tell which room,
I remember a big rug,
but I say which rug,
A girl took down a of poems,
not to say which of poems
And as she I laid my head,
and I tell which head,
in her lap, and I can mention which lap

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