Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exhausted but he ran
down the street to the house
bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, many initial misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was other than the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
a great deal of interest!

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

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What 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 result of swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a

"Ohhh! you!"