Luyện nghe bài hát Inflammatory Writ

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

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

And all at it came to me
And I in hunch 'til four-thirty
But that vestal
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 bough
Oh it breaks my
I know how they do it
So ask me

And as for my inflammatory
Well, I wrote it and I was not one bit
from the master derailed that disaster
He "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
across the great plains keening lovely and awful
Ululate the Great American Novels
An unlawful lot to stutter and freeze, floodlit
But at they didn't run, to their undying credit