Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, tell me
Ambition came and reared its head and far from you
Even mollusks weddings, though solemn 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 once it to me
And I wrote in hunch four-thirty
But vestal light
It out with the night
In spite of all the time we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars
bending a bough underfoot
Oh it my heart
I know how they do it
So ask me

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