Luyện nghe bài hát Mondo Freudo

Sits in his office rappin' with the rats, lookin' for for his fits and
spats, makin' things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman all the
time, confident of all the answers he'll find, don't get confused or
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know about his freudo.
Sittin'on the couch he tried to pour out his heart, the doctor
yawned a bit and tried to hold back a 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 when I get 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 family's real 'bout my
carousin' and boozin' " and the doctor lit a to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting lame 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 and just sick and
tired of listenin' to a mondo freudo. and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and in
a condo with a freudo.
The secretary knew that names 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 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.