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 modern
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 otto titsling happe
A schnauzer. a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he and he slaved
And he and he stitched
Until one night, in the wee hours of morning,
arose from his workbench 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, after many 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 onset of the seraken
Which often roll through the schwarzwald
a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But did otto know,
At the moment of his triumph,
Lurking under the bed
Was other than the very worst
Of the patentees,
debrassiere.
And phil was the scene
With a deal of interest!

Later that night, while our broom slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip crept.
He through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found otto's and he ran out the door.

Crying, "oh, my god! what joy! bliss!
I'm gonna make me a from this!
woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods in taiwan."

"oh, you!"

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