Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
Ent that we women wear today was a german and opera lover by the name of otto titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto titsling, and crout,
Had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the at least twice a week.

One night at the he saw an aida
Who's were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying amongst the reeds,
And he felt the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For otto titsling had his quest:
To lift and the female breast;
To point the small to the sky;
To the big ones high and dry!

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

Well, he and he slaved
And he and he stitched
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had invented the worlds
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!

Exhausted but he ran
Down the street to the diva's
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
From the diva's
Was so that it was mistaken by some
To be the early of the seraken winds
Which would roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was none than the very worst
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was watching the
With a great of interest!

Later that night, while our broom slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
'til he found otto's and he ran out the door.

Crying, "oh, my god! what joy! bliss!
I'm make me a million from this!
Every woman in the will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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