Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week

One night at the he saw an aida
bust 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 the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he felt the fire of inspiration
his soul.
He ran to his workshop
where he and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had his quest:
to and mold the female breast;
to point the small to the sky;
to keep the big high and dry!

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

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

Exhausted but Otto ran
out to the
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, many initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
her mouth
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Seraken Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

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

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

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