Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman's Niece

Last night or the night that
And I wont say which
A friend of mine
And Ill not say which
up to a big old building
And I wont say which

And have not walked up the stairs
Not to say which
If there had not two girls
out the names of those two girls

I recall a door, a big long
And Ill not tell room
I remember a blue rug
But I say which rug
A girl down a book of poems
Not to say which of poems

And as she read, I laid my
And I cant which head
in her lap
And I can't mention lap

My seaman and his girl moved off
After a couple of
And there I was, all long
Laying and listening and the poems

And as well as I recall
Or my seaman could recollect
The girl had told us she was a niece
Of Walt Whitman, but not which

And it takes a and a girl
And a book of this
A long, time to find its way back

Last night or the night before
And I wont say which
A seaman of mine
And Ill not say seaman
up to a big old building
And I wont say which

And would not walked up the stairs
Not to say which
If there had not two girls
Leaving out the names of those two

I recall a door, a big room
And Ill not tell which
I remember a blue rug
But I cant say rug
A girl took down a of poems
Not to say which book of

And as she read, I my head
But I cant tell head
in her lap
And I mention which lap