Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

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

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

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

For Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female
to point the ones to the sky;
to keep the big high and dry!

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he slaved and he
until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic he ran
down the to the diva's house
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan
which would often roll through the
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe softly crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

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

"Oh, you!"

The result of this swindle is pointedly
Do you buy a or do you buy a brassiere?

"Ohhh! you!"