Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his office with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman 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.
the couch he tried to pour out his heart, while the doctor
yawned a bit and tried to hold back a and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to smoke and just thinkin' to that 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 of her life 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 and doc was gettin' annoyed-o
and didn't give a about mondo 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 kids whose just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' around and livin' in
a condo a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew names couldn't escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, all the bums,
readin' 'bout the 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, bought a gun
and he his appointment.