Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an
who's t-ts were so big would often impede her.
he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those t-ts.

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

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

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

Well, he stitched and he
and he and he stitched
finally one night, in the wee hours 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 diva's
the prototype 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 that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was other than the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
with a great of interest!

Later that night, our Brun Hilda slept,
into the Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"