Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true story. his was Otto Titsling. what happened 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 to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He to the opera 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 her fall into the pit,
Done in by the weight of terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he felt the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran back to his
Where he and futzed and futzed.
For Titsling had found his quest:
To lift and mold the breast;
To the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and
Searching for the support.
He tried some string and clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!
Well, he and he slaved
And he slaved and he
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from 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
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
From the diva's
Was so that it was mistaken by some
To be the onset of the Sciroccan winds
Which would often blow through the
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
Lurking the diva's bed
Was none other the very worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was the scene
With a deal of interest!
that night, while our Brunhilde slept,
Into the Philip softly crept.
He fumbled through 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 million this!
Every woman in the world wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of this is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a or do you buy a Brassiere?