Luyện nghe bài hát The Madison Panty-Sniffing Festival

FZ: Well it's contest ladies and gentlemen. Direct from Madison,
Wisconsin, it's the Panty-Sniffing Festival, just as promised.
Cough!
FZ: Heavy duty? Maroon nylon duty. Okay . . . Light blue cotton with tiny
skid . . . . That's getting him excited because it appears that the bottom
parts of those pants are welded together. Okay let's try this, alice nylon
. . .
Vinnie: These smell like the ones I had last night.
FZ: For those of you who didn't hear he says those smell like the ones he
had last night. Did you like them? You don't like
Vinnie: Maybe they are, maybe she's us around.
FZ: Nylon!
Vinnie: please!
FZ: Nylon, re . . . e-hem, registring a 19 on the Richter scale.
Vinnie: Oh, God . . . gotta on . . . hah hah, it's fuckin' disgusting!
FZ: are very light blue and apparently have come in contact with some
corrosive material that has eaten the out of it.
China syndrome.
FZ:
China Syndrome!
FZ: Yeah, ha ha ha ha ha! Awright, rustic hokey pokey, model thirteen.
Oorhh, nehh. (hack, hack)
FZ: Blue with the little things on the front.
Vinnie: This like armpits. Ugh . . .
FZ: Okay who wins? Those belong to Eldridge.
Hi.
FZ: Sorry.