Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

Otto Titsling, and krout,
had to get very worked 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 would impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible tits.

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

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

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

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

Exhausted but ecstatic ran
out to the
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial mishaps,
she did.
And the sigh of relief that issued
from her
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Seraken
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengence!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was other than the very worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a great of interest!

Later that night, while Broom slept,
into the Phillip softly 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 in the world will wanna buy one.
I have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

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