Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true story. his name was Otto Titsling. what happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen 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 were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.
One night at the 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 those t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the fire or
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran back to his
Where he futzed and and futzed.
For Otto had found his quest:
To lift and mold the breast;
To point the ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!
Every night he'd and snort
for the right support.
He some string and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!
Well, he and he slaved
And he and he stitched
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!
Exhausted but he ran
the street to the diva's house
Bearing the 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 that issued forth
From the diva's
Was so loud that it was by some
To be the onset of the Sciroccan winds
Which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was other than the very worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And was watching the scene
With a great of interest!
Later that night, while our slept,
Into the wardrobe Philip 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 goods in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of this is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a or do you buy a Brassiere?