Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me
Ambition came and reared its head and went far 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 waltz your empty bed

And all at it came to me
And I wrote in hunch 'til
But that vestal
It out with the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one bedraggled of a sonnet
While outside the wild root
Without a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I don't know how do it
So ask me

And as for my writ
Well, I it and I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that
He said "Hand that pen to me, poetaster!"
While the great plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost American Novels
An unlawful lot to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at least they run, to their undying credit