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

Otto titsling, and crout,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his 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,
Done in by the of those 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 fire or
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
Where he futzed and and futzed.

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
And he slaved and he
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had invented the first
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 want to try the thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
From the diva's
Was so loud that it was mistaken by
To be the early onset of the seraken
Which often roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did otto know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was none other than the very
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
'til he otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

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

"oh, you!"

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