Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his rappin' with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, makin' things worse with a cocaine brain, to judge the
between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the he'll 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 pour out his heart, 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 it's just a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it pays real well, and when I get home I treat the
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and to slit my
wrists with a dull knife. The family's real worried 'bout my
and boozin' " and the doctor lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting real lame and doc was gettin'
and didn't give a damn about freudo.
Sittin' on the etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, 'cause he was bored and sick and
tired of listenin' to a mondo freudo. and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a with a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that names couldn't escape her, walked 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 the name of the man that was
dead, he was a pain in the ass, a fly in the ointment, wife a gun
and he his appointment.