Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his future 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 watched her fall the pit,
done in by the of those terrible tits.

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

For Otto Titsling had found his
to lift and mold the breast;
to point the small ones to the
to keep the big high and dry!

Every he'd sweat and snort
for the right support.
He tried some and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!

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

Exhausted but ecstatic ran
out to the
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, after many mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
from her
was so loud that it was by some
to be the onset of the Seraken 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 other than the very worst
of the french thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while Broom slept,
into the Phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets 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 all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

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