Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it to of my favorite subjects: industrial 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 otto titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto 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 to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an
Who's t-ts were so big they 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 the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the fire or
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For otto titsling had found his
To and mold the female breast;
To point the ones to the sky;
To the big ones high and dry!

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

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

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

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

Later night, while our broom hilda slept,
the wardrobe phillip softly crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found titsling 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 manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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