Luyện nghe bài hát Peoria

I met her in
250 lbs. of flabby harlot flesh
Is wobbling around the room, farting
Mucus is from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth
Nah,
Steaming, great green rivulet
Her tounge makes sure no chunks go astray, miss their mark
Mom I buisness
Put your finger on the
Yeah, do
Just let me finish this
I (hog call)
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky,
Tounge's dry, swollen up like a pocket full of lint inclusive
what I mean
Know I mean
what I mean
Failing that, the fat
Crack another six pack and get on with the job at
Many hands make work
But palms broth
Fists flying and slipping into hole hole after hole after heat
Hey, she buys the quart
Filled up to the bone, fried up to the joint
Filed at the shin, hanging off in sheets and shards
You do this shit for a
Those grimey, greasy pores exuding their slimy of filth and puss
In little whorled pustules
Every time she smiles that yellow, grin
That grin
Christ, she was