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 wear 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 to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it you."

titsling, inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very 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 t-ts were so big they would often her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! she blows!
Aerodynamically bitch was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the or inspiration
Flood his soul. he knew he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
Where he and futzed and futzed.

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
And he slaved and he
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had the worlds first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!

Exhausted but he ran
the street to the diva's house
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 onset of the seraken winds
Which would often through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
At the moment of his triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was none other than the very
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was watching the
With a great of interest!

that night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found otto's and he ran out the door.

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

"oh, you!"

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