Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman's Niece

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

And would have not up the stairs
Not to say stairs
If had not been two girls
out the names of those two girls

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

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

My seaman buddy and his girl off
a couple of pages
And there I was, all night
Laying and listening and the poems

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

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

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

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

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

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