Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the . . . 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 to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I to share it with you."

titsling, inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an
t-ts were so big they would 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 eye-balled the diva lying amongst the reeds,
And he felt the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

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

Every night sweat and snort
Searching for the support.
He tried some string and clips.
Hey! he even his own two lips!

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

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

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

Later that night, while our hilda slept,
the wardrobe phillip 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 all the goods manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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