Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: theft . . . 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 scientist and opera lover by the name of titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I 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 at the opera he saw an aida
Who's were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
Done in by the weight of terrible t-ts.

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

For otto titsling had his quest:
To lift and mold the female
To point the small ones to the
To keep the big high 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 stiched and he
And he and he stitched
Until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had invented the first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!

Exhausted but he ran
Down the street to the house
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, after initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that forth
From the mouth
Was so loud that it was mistaken by
To be the early onset of the winds
Which often roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
At the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was other than the very worst
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was watching the
a great deal of interest!

Later night, while our broom hilda slept,
the wardrobe phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
he found otto's 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 can have all the goods in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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