Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite
industrial theft . . . t-ts!
Mmm, a combo! This is the story . . .
The of the modern foundation garment
that we women today was a German scientist
and opera by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His was Otto Titsling.
What to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He fled to the opera at least a week.

One night at the he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often her.
he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of
flood his soul. He knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

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

night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the support.
He tried some string and 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 from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the house
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after many misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the diva's
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
would often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the moment of his triumph,
lurking the diva's bed
was other than the very worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
with a great of interest!

Later night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"