Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

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

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

For Otto Titsling had his quest:
to lift and mold the breast;
to point the small ones to the
to keep the big high and dry!

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he and he stitched
until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the first
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 many mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
her mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Seraken
which would often roll the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other the very worst
of the french thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
with a deal of interest!

that night, while Broom Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Phillip crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's and he ran out the door.

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

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