Luyện nghe bài hát John, el equizofrenico (english)

My is John Alejandro and I'm schizophrenic
I am nothing less fotogenico
my best friend is a who advised me
frog has eyes and in my ear
and talks a lot and annoying
and when I ask things almost answer me
but his life for me and I my life for the
we also know that is a gap
our circle
people I'm sick
because I run around town my notebook
dogs
shorts and cowboy
an in his hand and a bullfighter's hat,
but I'm not bad at all I also talk to
I tell many lies to play him the mind
I giving bad directions of the road
so people arrive late at its destination,
I walk with two fairy godmothers volándome
loading syringe of vitamins with morphine
until it my veins
I as grimacing and people get confused,
me if I'm laughing too
is that yesterday my mother and I threw out of work,
I have 6 months in my wallet a penny,
and I do not since October last year
I have my whole healed,
deep cuts and burns in the first degree
but nothing serious nothing delicate
is that I never realize I spend all day anesthetized
I like to walk alone and talk to the
I've had sex as a nun in a convent
although I can exploit
suddenly as a in WWII
I am an psicomaniático
hello 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
Come see I'm not to do anything
what looks like blood on my shirt is spilled
Come see my friend here to bring scissors are for
garden.

I'm a serial murderer, as miniseries,
Behind the door, I collect dead
To hunger, breakfast cereal, blood,
I have no family, because I my family.

they come to visit doctors
With costumes ghosts try to
I suffer from because yesterday I put my cat in oven
And his tail hung me in the ornaments
When I get the start to sweat sodium
And cry strong to get the hate
I am also scared of
I dare not go to the bathroom
And I pee on the
It is I only have 13 years
Still biking and do not to strangers
But do not take my medication during the
Every day I dream can you
Picarte pieces with the same scissors
Get into plastic bags and keep you on the
Do not panic today I take my
I'm in a mood or content with good breath
I know I have serious side but I'm
now I play with my friends in the cemetery,
In fact I am in love with one of my
A year ago, without leaving a trace or witness
It's a beautiful girl the purple face
Every night I accompanied
She not speak for that is deaf
And why think I'm talking to myself and
I help.

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