Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his rappin' with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, makin' things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers find, don't get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't about his mondo freudo.
Sittin'on the he tried to pour out his heart, while the doctor
yawned a bit and to hold back a fart and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to smoke and thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a job and it pays 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 worried my
carousin' and boozin' " and the doctor lit a smoke to try to him
from snoozin', it was getting real lame and doc was annoyed-o
and didn't a damn about mondo freudo.
on the couch etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, 'cause he was bored and just and
tired of to a mondo freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and in
a condo a mondo freudo.
The secretary that names couldn't escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, all the bums,
readin' 'bout the baby in the Chilean slums and "Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head" she the name of the man that was
dead, he was a in the ass, a fly in the ointment, wife bought a gun
and he his appointment.