Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the 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,
in by the weight 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 suddenly the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his
to lift and mold the female
to point the ones to the sky;
to the big ones high and dry!

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

Well, he stitched and he
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!

but ecstatic 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 of relief that issued forth
from the mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often roll through the
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
was other than the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
with a great of interest!

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

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna me a million from this!
Every in the world will 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!"