Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

Otto Titsling, and kraut,
had to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future bleak.
He to the opera at least twice a week.

One at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall the pit,
done in by the weight of those t-ts.

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

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

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

Well, he stitched and he
and he slaved and he
until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic he ran
down the to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn on.
But, many 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 early onset of the Winds
which often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the moment of his triumph,
lurking the diva's bed
was none other than the worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a great of interest!

Later that night, while our Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe crept.
He fumbled through knickers and 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!
Every in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"