Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's light,
what so we hailed,
at the last gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one son
Less zero a grotesque nightmare
disturbing like normal behaviour
I nothing and I cannot speak
I'd in the park but the trees are diseased
No and I am too confused
I only my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket
People seem to laugh at my of food
My personality is together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and
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
even know when or why I should 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 wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your thrill
Bateman
We are babies crippled in
Patrick
I must be God
I must, I be God
I touched your lips but now I just
Surface reflection all I desired
I am melancholy, cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers hate me but they my behaviour
The amongst Hollywood trivia
is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun
Art say porno's easily obscene
show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never living underneath the water
That's end of the century nausea
Patrick
We are babies in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
Bateman
We are babies in Christ
Bateman
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Bateman
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
"I pledge to the flag
of the States of America
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
liberty and justice for all."
(c) 1993 Sony Publishing Ltd.