Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
garment that we women wear today was a German 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 sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."
Otto Titsling, and Kraut,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.
One at the opera he saw an Aida
Who's t-ts were so big they would impede her.
he watched her fall into the pit,
Done in by the of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
Where he and futzed and futzed.
For Titsling 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
for the right support.
He some string and paper 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
Bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, many initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
From the diva's
Was so loud that it was mistaken by
To be the early onset of the Sciroccan
Which would often blow through the
a vengance!
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,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was watching the
a great deal of interest!
Later that night, while our slept,
Into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled 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 million this!
Every woman in the world will buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a Titsling or do you buy a