Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a of mine
Travis, Rhinehart into one cute son
Less zero a grotesque nightmare
disturbing like normal behaviour
I nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the but the trees are diseased
No and I am too confused
I love my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket
People seem to laugh at my of food
My is held together with Sellotape
A fit just like a numb junkies hate
I my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much to cover up
I lack the thought to about politics
Just do what I like ain't that
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over wine
Didn't even know when or why I should
I feel so like a joke that belongs
I guess all are made out of money
I cannot be saved as keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday
Patrick
We are babies crippled in
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched your but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I babe
I am melancholy, cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers hate me but need my behaviour
The dignity amongst trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and
Mines the of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say easily obscene
Late show Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never tried underneath the water
That's end of the century nausea
Bateman
We are babies crippled in
Patrick
I must be God
I must, I be God
Patrick
We are babies in Christ
Patrick
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Bateman
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
"I allegiance to the flag
of the States of America
and to the republic for it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with liberty and for all."
(c) 1993 Sony Publishing Ltd.