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 opera at least a week

One at the opera 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 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 suddenly the fire of inspiration
his soul.
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

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

Every night sweat 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 arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds 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 to try the darn thing on.
But, after many mishaps,
she did.
And the of relief that issued forth
her mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often roll through the
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

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

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

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