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 scientist 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
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I to share it with you."

titsling, inventor and crout,
Had to get very worked up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He to the opera at least twice a week.

One at the opera he saw an aida
t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

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

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

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

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

but ecstatic he ran
Down the street to the diva's
Bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that forth
the diva's mouth
Was so that it was mistaken by some
To be the early onset of the seraken
Which would often through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
At the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was none other than the very
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And was watching the scene
With a deal of interest!

Later that night, our broom hilda slept,
Into the phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through 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 million this!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can all the goods manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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