Luyện nghe bài hát Pena

Pena, her little head
a barrel of red velvet balls
Full noise
Treats her eyes

them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter, hard not to
Out the sun
While on a turned on waffle iron

Smoke up from between her legs
Made me beautifully
And crush a

Fall on my stomach an' her
a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over
I later aided the area
Sighed, oh well, it was it

Pena pleased but from sitting
Choose to her toe
An' the white pulps
Horribly large in their red
"I'm tired of playing baby", she

An' out of, uh, felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous
That in tuck an' rolls that clacked
An' whispered in their

Three little scotch taped windows
yards away
Mouths open to tongues vibrated
An' saliva
exclaimed, "That's the raspberries"