Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

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

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

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

Every night sweat 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 finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic Otto ran
out to the
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that forth
from her
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the onset of the Seraken Winds
which 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
with a great of interest!

that night, while Broom Hilda slept,
into the Phillip softly crept.
He through 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!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the manufactured in Taiwan."

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