Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had nothing to get very up about.
His were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a

One night at the he saw an aida
who's bust was so big it often impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of terrible tits.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically this was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly the fire of inspiration
his soul.
He ran to his workshop
where he and futzed and futzed.

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

Every night sweat and snort
for the right support.
He some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even his own two lips!

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

Exhausted but Otto ran
out to the
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after many mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that forth
her mouth
was so loud that it was by some
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

Later night, while Broom Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe 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 me a million from this!
Every in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the manufactured in Taiwan."

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