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 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."
Otto Titsling, and Kraut,
Had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the at least twice a week.
One night at the he saw an Aida
Who's were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the fire or
his soul. he knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had his quest:
To lift and mold the female
To point the ones to the sky;
To the big ones high and dry!
Every night he'd and snort
for the right support.
He tried string and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!
Well, he and he slaved
And he slaved and he
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
Down the street to the house
the prototype in his hot little 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
the diva's mouth
Was so loud that it was by some
To be the early onset of the winds
Which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was none than 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,
the wardrobe Philip softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's 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 manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a Titsling or do you buy a