Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite
theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation
that we women today was a German scientist
and opera by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He to the opera at least twice a week.

One at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
done in by the of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the of inspiration
his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto had found his quest:
to lift and mold the breast;
to point the small to the sky;
to keep the big high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and
searching for the support.
He tried some and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, after initial misgivings,
she did.
And the of relief that issued forth
the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
which often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking the diva's bed
was none other the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
with a deal of interest!

Later night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a from this!
Every woman in the world wanna buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

The result of swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a

"Ohhh! you!"