Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the at least twice a week

One night at the opera he saw an
who's was so big it would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those tits.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the of inspiration
his soul.
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female
to point the ones to the sky;
to the big ones high and dry!

night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the support.
He tried string and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!

Well, he and he slaved
and he and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic ran
out to the
bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
her mouth
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often roll the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a great of interest!

Later night, while Broom Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna me a million from this!
Every in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the goods in Taiwan."

The result of this swindle is pointedly
Do you buy a or do you buy a brassiere?