Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

But what's it mean when suddenly we're spent, me true
Ambition came and its head and went far from you
Even have weddings, though solemn and leaden
But you dirge for the and take 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 'til four-thirty
But that light
It burns out the night
In of all the time that we spend on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a
While outside the 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 wrote it and I was not one bit
Advice the master derailed that disaster
He "Hand that pen over 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 didn't run, to their credit