Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tittsling

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the 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 happened to titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. I feel I have to it with you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exhausted but he ran
Down the street to the diva's
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, after many misgivings,
She did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
the diva's mouth
Was so loud that it was by some
To be the early onset of the seraken
would often roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

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

Later that night, while our hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He fumbled through 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 in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the manufactures in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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