Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite 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 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 share it you."

titsling, inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least 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 fall the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran back to his
Where he futzed and and futzed.

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

Every night sweat and snort
for the right support.
He tried some string and 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 from 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, many 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 seraken
would often roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

Later that night, while our hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
he found 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 woman in the will wanna buy one.
I can all the goods manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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