Luyện nghe bài hát John, el equizofrenico (english)

My name is John Alejandro and I'm
I am less attractive fotogenico
my best is a clown who advised me
frog has eyes and in my ear
and talks a lot and annoying
and when I ask things never answer me
but his life for me and I my life for the
we know that there is a gap
our circle
people think I'm
because I run around town my notebook
talking
and cowboy boots
an umbrella in his hand and a hat,
but I'm not bad at all I also to people
I many lies to play him with the mind
I like giving bad directions of the
so people always late at its destination,
I walk with two godmothers above volándome
syringe full of vitamins with morphine
until it my veins
I spend as and people get confused,
me if I'm laughing too
is that my mother died and I threw out of work,
I have 6 months in my wallet a penny,
and I do not bathe October last year
I have my whole healed,
with deep cuts and burns in the first
but nothing serious nothing delicate
is that I never because I spend all day anesthetized
I like to walk and talk to the wind
I've never had sex as a nun in a
calm I can exploit
as a mine in WWII
I am an psicomaniático
hello I wash my hands with antibacterial soap
I'm admittedly a mental
but that does not you to look at me sideways
and to treat me
Come see I'm not going to do
what looks like blood on my shirt is spilled
Come see my little friend to bring scissors are for
garden.

I'm a murderer, such as miniseries,
Behind the door, I dead people
To kill hunger, cereal, blood,
I no family, because I killed my family.

Sometimes they come to visit
With costumes try to cheer
I suffer from disorders yesterday I put my cat in oven
And his tail hung me in the ornaments
When I get the episodes start to sodium
And cry very to get the hate
I am also scared of
therefore I not go to the bathroom
And I pee on the
It is normal I have 13 years
Still and do not talk to strangers
But do not take my during the year
day I dream can hurt you
Picarte into pieces with the scissors
Get plastic bags and keep you on the refrigerator
Do not panic today I my medications
I'm in a good mood or content with breath
I know I serious side but I'm happy
now I play with my friends in the cemetery,
In fact I am in love one of my friends
A year ago, died leaving a trace or witness
It's a beautiful girl with the face
Every night I accompanied
She does not speak for is deaf
And why people think I'm talking to and
I help.

I'm a serial murderer, as miniseries,
Behind the door, I collect people
To hunger, breakfast cereal, blood,
I have no family, I killed my family. (x2)