Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite
industrial theft . . . t-ts!
Mmm, a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation
that we wear today was a German scientist
and lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
is a true story.
His name was Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't to a schnauzer.
It's a sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
and he and he stitched
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!

Exhausted but he ran
down the to the diva's house
bearing the in his hot little hand.
Now, the did not want 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 that it was mistaken by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did Otto know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was other than the very worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later night, while our Brun Hilda 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! joy! What bliss!
I'm make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"