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 happened to otto shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. a very sad story. I feel I have to share 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 at least 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 into 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 or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

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

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

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

but ecstatic 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 sigh of relief issued forth
From the diva's
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 moment of his 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, our broom hilda slept,
Into the phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and 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 million this!
Every woman in the world will buy one.
I can have all the manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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