Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This story 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 modern garment
that we wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I 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 opera at least a week.

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

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

For Otto Titsling had found his
to lift and the female breast;
to the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones and dry!

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
until finally one night, in the wee 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 prototype in his hot 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
from the mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
would often roll through the Schwarzwald
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!

that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
he found Otto's 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 have all the goods in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"