Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
finally 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 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 relief that issued
from her
was so loud that it was 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 moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other than the worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
with a great of interest!

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

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

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