Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

One night at the he saw an aida
who's bust was so big it would often her.
he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those tits.

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

For Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and the female breast;
to point the small to the sky;
to keep the big ones and dry!

Every he'd sweat 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 from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
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 to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
her mouth
was so that it was mistaken by some
to be the onset of the Seraken Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

that night, while Broom Hilda 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! What joy! bliss!
I'm make me a million from this!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

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