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 at least twice a week

One night at the he saw an aida
bust was so big it would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
done in by the weight of those tits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

that night, while Broom Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe 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!
Every in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the goods in Taiwan."

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