Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had to get very worked up about.
His were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.

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

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He what he had to do!
He ran back to his
where he futzed and and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had his quest:
to lift and mold the female
to point the small ones to the
to the big ones high and dry!

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

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

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

But did Otto know,
at the moment of his triumph,
lurking the diva's bed
was none other than the very
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
with a great of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun slept,
the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"