Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

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

One at the opera 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 of those terrible tits.

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

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

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

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

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

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
was none other than the worst
of the patent thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the
with a deal of interest!

Later that night, while Hilda slept,
into the Phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through and corsets galore,
he found 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 will have all the manufactured in Taiwan."

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