Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had nothing to get very up about.
His were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at 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 into the pit,
done in by the of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! she blows!
this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying 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 lift and mold the female
to point the small ones to the
to the big ones high and dry!

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

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

Exhausted but Otto ran
out to the
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
from her
was so that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
would often 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 the very worst
of the french thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while Hilda slept,
the wardrobe Phillip 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 make me a 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?