Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
Ent that we 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 happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I have to it with you."

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

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

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically 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 back to his
Where he and futzed and futzed.

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

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

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

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

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

Later night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he found titsling and he ran out the door.

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

"oh, you!"

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