Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next story is a story.
It two of my favorite subjects:
industrial . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation
that we women wear was a German scientist
and opera by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't 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 inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.

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

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

For Otto Titsling had found his
to lift and mold the breast;
to point the small ones to the
to keep the big high and dry!

Every night sweat and snort
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
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but he ran
down the street to the house
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the mouth
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
would often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other the very worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a deal of interest!

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

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"