Luyện nghe bài hát Otto Tisling

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

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

One night at the opera he saw an
who's t-ts were so big they would often her.
he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the 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 of inspiration
his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran to his workshop
he futzed and futzed and futzed.

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

Every night he'd sweat and
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 arose from his triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's
the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not to try the darn thing on.
But, after initial misgivings,
she did.
And the sigh of relief issued forth
from the mouth
was so loud it was mistaken by some
to be the onset of the Siroccan Winds
would often roll through the Schwarzwald
a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did know,
at the of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the bed
was none other than the worst
of the French thieves,
DeBrassiere.
And was watching the scene
with a deal of interest!

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

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

"Oh, you!"

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

"Ohhh! you!"