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 pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers he'll find, get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't about his mondo freudo.
Sittin'on the couch he tried to pour out his heart, while the
yawned a bit and tried to hold back a fart and then he lit up a and
started to smoke and just thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a job and it pays real well, and when I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and tried to my
wrists a dull butter knife. The family's real worried 'bout my
carousin' and boozin' " and the lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting real lame and doc was annoyed-o
and didn't give a damn about freudo.
on the couch etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, 'cause he was bored and sick and
tired of listenin' to a mondo freudo. Wife and the whose life just
hit the were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a condo a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that names escape her, walked down to
the to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, past all the bums,
'bout the baby junkies in the Chilean slums and "Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head" she knew the name of the man was
dead, he was a pain in the ass, a fly in the ointment, wife a gun
and he his appointment.