Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next is a true story.
It concerns two of my subjects:
theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the . . .
The inventor of the modern garment
that we women today was a German scientist
and lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling happen to a schnauzer.
a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, 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 opera he saw an
who's were so big they would often 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.
Otto eyeballed the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he felt the fire 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 and mold the female breast;
to point the ones to the sky;
to keep the big high and dry!

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he and he stitched
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the first
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 did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
from the mouth
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was other than the very worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
with a great of interest!

Later that night, our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"