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 story . . . the inventor of the modern
Ent that we women wear today was a german scientist and opera lover by the name of otto titsling! this is a story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

titsling, inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very up about.
His were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He to the opera 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 fall the pit,
in by the weight of those 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 or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
Where he futzed and and futzed.

For otto titsling had found his
To lift and mold the female
To point the small ones to the
To keep the big high and dry!

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

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

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

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

Later that night, our broom hilda slept,
Into the phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and galore,
'til he found otto's and he ran out the door.

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

"oh, you!"

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