Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the early light,
what so we hailed,
at the last gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a of mine
Travis, rolled into one cute son
than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely like normal behaviour
I understand and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the are diseased
No and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin
I feel so small in the supermarket
seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and
Ugliness inside harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care politics
Just do what I ain't that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over wine
even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that
I guess all are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals telling me
I don't wanna be understood I just wanna
Out of blandness I am your everyday
Patrick
We are babies crippled in
Patrick
I must be God
I must, I be God
I touched your but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired
I am melancholy, cutting through stone
I am a everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they my behaviour
The amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun
Art critics say porno's easily
show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never tried underneath the water
real end of the century nausea
Patrick
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I 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
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
"I pledge allegiance to the
of the United States of
and to the republic for it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with and justice for all."
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