Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

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

And all at it came to me
And I wrote in hunch four-thirty
But that light
It burns out the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a
While the wild boars root
Without bending a bough
Oh it my heart
I don't 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!"
across the great plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost Great American
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze,
But at least they didn't run, to their undying