Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman 's Niece

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

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

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