Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

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

And all at once it to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But that light
It burns out the night
In spite of all the that we spend on it
On one ghost of a sonnet
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 that
He "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
While the great plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the lost Great American
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze,
But at least didn't run, to their undying credit