Luyện nghe bài hát Pena

Pena, her little clinking
Like a of red velvet balls
past noise
Treats filled her

Turning yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter, not to pour
Out the sun
While sitting on a turned on iron

billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit
And crush a

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

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

An' out of, uh, felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same
Its dropping were tiny green worms
moved in tuck an' rolls that clacked
An' in their confinement

Three little scotch taped windows
Several away
Mouths to tongues that vibrated
An' lost
exclaimed, "That's the raspberries"