Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

But what's it mean when suddenly spent, tell me true
Ambition came and reared its 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 supper of salt and a through your empty bed

And all at once it to me
And I wrote in hunch four-thirty
But that vestal
It burns out with the
In of all the time that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild root
Without bending a bough
Oh it breaks my
I don't know how do it
So ask me

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