Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next story is a story.
It concerns two of my favorite
industrial theft . . . 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!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I I have to share it with you."

Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the at least 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 into the pit,
done in by the weight of those t-ts.

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

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
until 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 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 relief that forth
the diva's mouth
was so that 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 than the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled 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 make me a from this!
Every in the world will 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!"