Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an
who's were so big they 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!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose 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 futzed and and futzed.

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

night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the support.
He tried some string and 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,
arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic 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 many misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the diva's
was so that it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was other than the very worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"