Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his office rappin' with the rats, lookin' for for his fits and
spats, makin' things with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks 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 to pour out his heart, while 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 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 an inch of her life and tried to slit my
with a dull butter knife. The family's real worried 'bout my
carousin' and " and the doctor lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting real and doc was gettin' annoyed-o
and give a damn 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 freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a with a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that couldn't escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, all the bums,
readin' 'bout the baby junkies in the slums and "Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head" she knew the 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.