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 inventor of the modern
garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of 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 I have to share it with you."
Titsling, inventor 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 night at the he saw an Aida
Who's t-ts were so big they often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
Done in by the weight of terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the fire or
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto had found his quest:
To lift and the female breast;
To point the 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 stiched and he
And he and he stitched
Until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!
Exhausted but he ran
Down the street to the house
Bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
From the mouth
Was so loud that it was by some
To be the early of the Sciroccan winds
Which often blow through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was none other than the worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was the scene
With a great of interest!
that night, while our Brunhilde slept,
Into the wardrobe Philip crept.
He through knickers 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 from this!
Every woman in the world will buy one.
I can all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of this swindle is pointedly
Do you buy a or do you buy a Brassiere?