Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

One night at the he saw an aida
who's bust was so big it would often her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
done in by the weight of terrible tits.

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

For Otto Titsling had found his
to lift and mold the female
to the small ones to the sky;
to the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and
searching for the support.
He tried some and paper 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 his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

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

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

Later that night, while Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Phillip 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 make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world wanna buy one.
I will have all the goods in Taiwan."

The result of this swindle is clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a