Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
Ent that we women today was a german scientist and opera lover by the name of otto titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I I have to share it with you."

Otto titsling, and crout,
Had nothing to get very up about.
His inventions were failures, his seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least a week.

One night at the he saw an aida
Who's t-ts were so big would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he her fall into the pit,
Done in by the weight of those t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying 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 titsling had found his quest:
To lift and the female breast;
To the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones and dry!

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

Well, he stiched and he
And he and he stitched
Until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had invented the worlds
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!

Exhausted but he ran
Down the to the diva's house
Bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief that forth
From the diva's
Was so loud it was mistaken by some
To be the onset of the seraken winds
Which would often through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
Lurking the diva's bed
Was none other the very worst
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was watching the
With a great of interest!

Later night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He fumbled knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "oh, my god! what joy! bliss!
I'm gonna make me a from this!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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