Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This story is a true story.
It two of my favorite subjects:
theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation
that we women wear today was a German
and opera lover by the name of Titsling!
is a true 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."

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

One night at the opera he saw an
who's t-ts so big they would often impede her.
he watched 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 comatose the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of
flood his soul. He what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
where he futzed and and futzed.

For Otto had found his quest:
to lift and the female breast;
to point the small to the sky;
to keep the big 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
until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had the worlds 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 did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the diva's
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the moment of his triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other than the worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a great of interest!

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

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

"Ohhh! you!"