Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

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

And all at once it to me
And I wrote in 'til four-thirty
But that vestal
It burns out the night
In of all the time that we spend on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a
outside the wild boars root
Without bending a underfoot
Oh it breaks my
I don't how they 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 disaster
He "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While across the great keening lovely and awful
the lost Great American Novels
An unlawful lot left to and freeze, floodlit
But at least they didn't run, to undying credit