Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next is a true story.
It two of my favorite subjects:
theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! is the story . . .
The inventor of the foundation garment
we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Titsling!
This is a story.
His name was Titsling.
happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to it with you."

Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He to the opera at least 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.
Otto eyeballed the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the 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 found his
to and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the
to the big ones high and dry!

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

Well, he stitched and he
and he and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but 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 sigh of relief that issued
from the diva's
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was none other the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a great of interest!

Later night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
he found Otto's titsling 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 world wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"