Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Titsling

"This story 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 women wear today was a German scientist and 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 to share it with you."
Titsling, inventor and Kraut,
Had nothing to get worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at 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 into the pit,
Done in by the of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! she blows!
this bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the or inspiration
Flood his soul. he what he had to do!
He ran back to his
he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto had found his quest:
To and mold the female breast;
To the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and
Searching for the support.
He some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even his own two lips!
Well, he stiched and he
And he slaved and he
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!
but ecstatic he ran
Down the street to the diva's
Bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, many initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of that issued forth
the diva's mouth
Was so loud it was mistaken by some
To be the early of the Sciroccan winds
Which would often through the Schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But did Otto know,
At the of his greatest triumph,
under the diva's bed
Was none other the very worst
Of the patent thieves,
de Brassiere.
And was watching the scene
With a deal of interest!
Later that night, while our slept,
Into the wardrobe Philip crept.
He fumbled through knickers and 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 woman in the world will buy one.
I can have all the manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, you!"
The result of this swindle is clear:
Do you buy a or do you buy a Brassiere?