Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . 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 feel I have to share it you."
Otto Titsling, and Kraut,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.
One at the opera he saw an Aida
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 this was a mess.
Otto the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto had found his quest:
To lift and the female breast;
To the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!
Every night he'd and snort
Searching for the support.
He tried some string and 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 invented the worlds
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 thing on.
But, many initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
the diva's mouth
Was so loud that it was mistaken by
To be the early onset of the winds
Which would often blow the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was none other the very worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!
Later that night, while our 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 me a million from 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