Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; 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 hero of
Travis, Rhinehart rolled one cute son
than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot
I'd in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too
I only my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the queue
People seem to at my choice of food
My personality is held with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a junkies hate
I pretty my with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness much harder to cover up
I lack the to care about politics
do what I like ain't that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to over expensive wine
Didn't know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of
I cannot be saved as liberals telling me
I don't wanna be I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your thrill
Bateman
We are babies in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched lips but now I just paint
Surface all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting stone
I am a everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they my behaviour
The dignity Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and
Mines the of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno's obscene
Late show retards Clay is true poetry
never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century
Bateman
We are babies crippled in
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
Patrick
We are babies in Christ
Patrick
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
Bateman
"I pledge to the flag
of the United of America
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, under God,
liberty and justice for all."
(c) 1993 Sony Publishing Ltd.