Luyện nghe bài hát John, el equizofrenico (english)

My name is John Alejandro and I'm
I am nothing attractive fotogenico
my best friend is a who advised me
frog has eyes and in my ear
and talks a lot and sometimes
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
below our
think I'm sick
because I run town with my notebook
talking
shorts and cowboy
an umbrella in his and a bullfighter's hat,
but I'm not bad at all I also talk to
I tell many lies to play him with the
I like giving bad directions of the
so always arrive late at its destination,
I walk with two godmothers above volándome
loading syringe full of vitamins morphine
it floods my veins
I as grimacing and people get confused,
forgive me if I'm too
is that yesterday my mother died and I out of work,
I have 6 income in my wallet a penny,
and I do not bathe since last year
I have my body healed,
with deep cuts and in the first degree
but nothing serious nothing delicate
is that I never realize I spend all day anesthetized
I like to alone and talk to the wind
never had sex as a nun in a convent
calm I can exploit
suddenly as a mine in
I am an antisocial
after I wash my hands with antibacterial soap
I'm admittedly a patient
but does not entitle you to look at me sideways
and to me lejitos
see I'm not going to do anything
what looks like blood on my is spilled ketchup
Come see my little friend to bring scissors are for
garden.

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

they come to visit doctors
With ghosts try to cheer
I suffer from disorders yesterday I put my cat in oven
And his tail me in the neck ornaments
When I get the episodes to sweat sodium
And cry strong to get the hate
I am also of shadows
I dare not go to the bathroom
And I pee on the
It is normal I only have 13
Still biking and do not talk to
But do not take my medication the year
day I dream can hurt you
Picarte into pieces the same scissors
Get into bags and keep you on the refrigerator
Do not panic today I my medications
I'm in a good or content with good breath
I know I serious side but I'm happy
Right now I play my friends in the cemetery,
In I am in love with one of my friends
A year ago, died without a trace or witness
It's a beautiful with the purple face
night I accompanied biking
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 dead people
To hunger, breakfast cereal, blood,
I have no family, I killed my family. (x2)