Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

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