Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

"This next 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 women wear today was a German
and opera lover by the name of Titsling!
is a true story.
His was Otto Titsling.
What to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I 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 opera at least a week.

One night at the he saw an Aida
who's were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her into the pit,
in by the weight of those 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 what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
where he futzed and and futzed.

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

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

Well, he stitched and he
and he and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee of morning,
Otto arose from his 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 in his hot little hand.
Now, the did not want 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 that it was by some
to be the early of the Siroccan Winds
would often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the moment of his triumph,
lurking under the bed
was none other than the very
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And Phil was the scene
a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun slept,
the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna me a million from this!
Every woman in the will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in Taiwan."

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"