Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This story is a true story.
It two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation
that we women wear was a German scientist
and opera lover by the of Otto Titsling!
This is a story.
His name was Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling happen to a schnauzer.
It's a sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get worked 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 of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the of inspiration
flood his soul. He what he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his
to and mold the female breast;
to point the small to the sky;
to the big ones high and dry!

night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the support.
He some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even his own two lips!

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the 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 darn on.
But, after many misgivings,
she did.
And the of relief that issued forth
from the diva's
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other than the very
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun slept,
into the Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's 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 will wanna buy one.
I can all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"