Luyện nghe bài hát John, el equizofrenico (english)

My name is John and I'm schizophrenic
I am less attractive fotogenico
my best friend is a clown who me
frog has eyes and in my ear
and talks a lot and sometimes
and when I ask things almost answer me
but his life for me and I give my for the
we know that there is a gap
our circle
people I'm sick
because I run town with my notebook
talking
shorts and boots
an umbrella in his hand and a hat,
but I'm not bad at all I also to people
I tell lies to play him with the mind
I like giving bad of the road
so people arrive late at its destination,
I walk with two fairy above volándome
loading full of vitamins with morphine
until it my veins
I as grimacing and people get confused,
forgive me if I'm too
is yesterday my mother died and I threw out of work,
I have 6 income in my wallet a penny,
and I do not bathe since last year
I have my whole healed,
with deep and burns in the first degree
but it's serious nothing delicate
is I never realize because I spend all day anesthetized
I like to walk alone and talk to the
I've never had sex as a nun in a
although I can exploit
suddenly as a in WWII
I am an psicomaniático
hello after I wash my hands antibacterial soap
I'm a mental patient
but that does not you to look at me sideways
and to treat me
Come see I'm not to do anything
what looks like blood on my shirt is spilled
Come see my little friend here to bring are for
garden.

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

Sometimes they to visit doctors
costumes ghosts try to cheer
I suffer from because yesterday I put my cat in oven
And his tail me in the neck ornaments
When I get the start to sweat sodium
And cry strong to get the hate
I am scared of shadows
therefore I not go to the bathroom
And I pee on the
It is I only have 13 years
biking and do not talk to strangers
But do not take my during the year
Every day I can hurt you
Picarte into pieces the same scissors
Get into plastic and keep you on the refrigerator
Do not today I take my medications
I'm in a good mood or with good breath
I I have serious side but I'm happy
Right now I with my friends in the cemetery,
In fact I am in love with one of my
A year ago, died without leaving a trace or
a beautiful girl with the purple face
Every night I biking
She does not speak for is deaf
And why people think I'm to myself 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)