Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

Oh, where is inflammatory writ
Your text that inside a light be lit
Our music deserving unswerving
Cry "Do I deserve her?" unflagging fervor
Well, no we do not if we get over it

But what's it mean suddenly we're spent, tell me true
Ambition came and its head and went far from you
Even mollusks have weddings, though and leaden
But you dirge for the dead and no jam on your bread
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through empty bed

And all at it came to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But that vestal
It out with the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While the wild boars root
bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I know how they do it
So ask me

And as for my inflammatory
Well, I wrote it and I was not one bit
Advice from the master derailed disaster
He said "Hand that pen to me, poetaster!"
While across the plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost Great Novels
An unlawful lot left to and freeze, floodlit
But at they didn't run, to their undying credit