Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his rappin' with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, makin' things with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers he'll find, don't get confused or
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know about his freudo.
Sittin'on the couch he to pour out his heart, while the doctor
a bit and tried to hold back a fart and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to and just thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it real well, and when I get home I treat the kids
hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and tried to slit my
wrists with a dull butter knife. The family's real 'bout my
carousin' and boozin' " and the lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was real lame and doc was gettin' annoyed-o
and didn't give a damn mondo freudo.
on the couch 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 were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a condo with a freudo.
The secretary knew 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 junkies in the Chilean and "Wife shoots
husband, in the head" she knew 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.