Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

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

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose 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 his quest:
to lift and the female breast;
to point the small ones to the
to keep the big high and dry!

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

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

but ecstatic Otto ran
out to the
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, many initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
her mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often through 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 french thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while Broom slept,
the wardrobe Phillip softly crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's and he ran out the door.

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

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