Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This story is a true story.
It concerns two of my subjects:
industrial . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, a combo! This is the story . . .
The of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear was a German scientist
and opera lover by the of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to it with you."

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

One night at the opera he saw an
who's t-ts were so big they would impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
done in by the weight of those t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva comatose amongst the reeds,
and he felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
where he futzed and and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had his quest:
to lift and mold the breast;
to point the small ones to the
to keep the big ones and dry!

night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the support.
He tried some string and clips.
Hey! He tried his own two lips!

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

but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the house
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
from the diva's
was so loud that it was mistaken by
to be the early onset of the Winds
which would roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

Later that night, while our Brun slept,
into the Philippe softly crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
he found 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 woman in the world will buy one.
I can all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"