Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a 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 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. a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."
Titsling, inventor and Kraut,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He to the opera at least twice a week.
One at the opera he saw an Aida
Who's t-ts were so big they would impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall 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 amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his
To lift and mold the female
To point the small to the sky;
To the big ones high and dry!
night he'd sweat 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
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!
Exhausted but he ran
the street to the diva's house
Bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
From the mouth
Was so loud that it was by some
To be the onset of the Sciroccan winds
Which often blow through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
Lurking the diva's bed
Was none than the very worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And was watching 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 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 will wanna buy one.
I can all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of this swindle is pointedly
Do you buy a Titsling or do you buy a