Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This next is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
garment that we wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true story. his name was Otto Titsling. what happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to
a Schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it you."
Titsling, inventor 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 at the opera he saw an Aida
Who's t-ts so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
Done in by the of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying amongst the reeds,
And he felt the fire or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what 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 point the small ones to the
To the big ones high and dry!
night he'd sweat and snort
Searching for the support.
He tried some and paper clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!
Well, he stiched and he
And he slaved and he
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
arose 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 prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the did not want 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 that it was by some
To be the early onset of the Sciroccan
Which would blow through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
Lurking the diva's bed
Was none other than the worst
Of the French thieves,
de Brassiere.
And Phil was the scene
With a great of interest!
Later that night, our Brunhilde slept,
Into the wardrobe Philip crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, "Oh, my god! what joy! bliss!
I'm make me a million from this!
Every in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a or do you buy a Brassiere?