Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the early light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the last gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and a hero of mine
Travis, rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a nightmare
Subtlely like normal behaviour
I understand and I cannot speak
I'd in the park but the trees are diseased
No and I am too confused
I only love my and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so in the supermarket queue
People to laugh at my choice of food
My is held together with Sellotape
A loose fit like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to up
I lack the thought to about politics
Just do what I like that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why I stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that
I guess all psychos are made out of
I cannot be saved as keep telling me
I wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday
Bateman
We are babies crippled in
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched your but now I just paint
Surface all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower through stone
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers hate me but they need my
The amongst Hollywood trivia
is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily
Late show Dice Clay is true poetry
never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the nausea
Patrick
We are babies in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
Patrick
We are babies in Christ
Bateman
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
"I pledge allegiance to the
of the United States of
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with liberty and for all."
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