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 modern foundation
that we women today was a German scientist
and lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His was Otto Titsling.
What to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

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

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

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this 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 back to his
where he and futzed and futzed.

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

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

Well, he stitched and he
and he and he stitched
until 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!

but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the house
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, many initial misgivings,
she did.
And the of relief that issued forth
from the diva's
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the early onset of the Siroccan
which would often roll through the
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was none other than the very
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!

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

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"