Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the early light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's gleaming?
He's a cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, rolled into one cute son
than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely disturbing normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I speak
I'd walk in the park but the are diseased
No and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my shoes
I so small in the supermarket queue
seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is together with Sellotape
A loose fit like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and
Ugliness inside harder to cover up
I lack the to care about politics
Just do what I like that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive
Didn't even know when or why I stop
I so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are out of money
I cannot be as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday
Bateman
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired
I am melancholy, flower through stone
I am a crime has at home
Papers hate me but they need my
The dignity Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of and whores
Mines the of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say easily obscene
Late show retards Dice Clay is poetry
They've never tried living underneath the
That's end of the century nausea
Bateman
We are crippled in Christ
Patrick
I must be God
I must, I be God
Bateman
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
Bateman
"I allegiance to the flag
of the United States of
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with and justice for all."
(c) 1993 Sony Publishing Ltd.