Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next 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 foundation
garment that we women wear was a German scientist and opera lover 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. it's a very sad story. I I have to share it with you."
Otto Titsling, and Kraut,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the at least twice a week.
One night at the he saw an Aida
t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
Done in by the weight of those t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the lying 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
Where he futzed and and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had his quest:
To lift and the female breast;
To point the ones 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!
but ecstatic he ran
Down the street to the diva's
the prototype 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 that issued
From the diva's
Was so loud that it was mistaken by
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,
Lurking the diva's bed
Was none other than the worst
Of the patent thieves,
de Brassiere.
And was watching the scene
With a great of interest!
Later that night, our Brunhilde slept,
Into the wardrobe Philip crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! what bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million this!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a Titsling or do you buy a