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! is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern garment
that we wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Titsling!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What happened to Otto 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 were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.

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

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

For Otto had found his quest:
to and mold the female breast;
to the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones and dry!

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

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

Exhausted but he ran
down the street to the house
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
the diva's 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 did Otto know,
at the moment of his triumph,
lurking under the bed
was none other than the worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
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 found Otto's and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

The result of this swindle is clear:
Do you buy a or do you buy a brassiere?

"Ohhh! you!"