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
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a cries all the
time, of all the answers he'll find, don't get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know about his freudo.
Sittin'on the he tried 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
started to smoke and just thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it pays real well, and I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and tried to my
wrists 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 real lame and doc was gettin' annoyed-o
and didn't a damn about mondo freudo.
Sittin' on the etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, 'cause he was bored and just and
tired of listenin' to a mondo freudo. Wife and the whose life just
hit the skids sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a condo 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 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.