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, what a combo! this is the story . . . the 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 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 to share it with you."
Otto Titsling, and Kraut,
Had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future 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 would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
And he felt the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his
To lift and mold the breast;
To point the small to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!
Every he'd sweat and snort
for the right support.
He tried some and paper clips.
Hey! He even his own two lips!
Well, he stiched and he
And he and he stitched
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!
Exhausted but he ran
the street to the diva's house
Bearing the 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 relief issued forth
From the diva's
Was so loud it was mistaken by some
To be the early onset of the Sciroccan
Which would often blow the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was none other the very worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was watching the
With a great of interest!
Later that night, our Brunhilde slept,
Into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled through 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 in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a Titsling or do you buy a