Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his rappin' with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers he'll find, don't get or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know 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 he lit up a cigar and
started to smoke and just thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it pays well, and when I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and to slit my
wrists with a dull butter knife. The 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 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 just and
of listenin' to a mondo freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' pushed and livin' in
a condo a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that couldn't escape her, walked down to
the to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, past all the bums,
readin' 'bout the baby junkies in the Chilean 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.