Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his office rappin' with the rats, lookin' for for his fits and
spats, makin' things worse a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman all the
time, confident of all the answers find, don't get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know about his freudo.
Sittin'on the couch he tried to out his heart, while the doctor
yawned a bit and tried to back a fart and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to smoke and just thinkin' to himself that it's a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it real well, and when I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her and tried to slit my
wrists with a butter knife. The family's real worried 'bout my
carousin' and boozin' " and the doctor lit a to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting real lame and doc was annoyed-o
and didn't a damn about mondo freudo.
Sittin' on the etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, 'cause he was bored and just and
tired of to a mondo freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' pushed and livin' in
a with a mondo freudo.
The secretary that names couldn't escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. to the office, past all the bums,
readin' 'bout the baby in the Chilean slums and "Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head" she knew the of the man that was
dead, he was a pain in the ass, a fly in the ointment, bought a gun
and he his appointment.