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 twilight's gleaming?
He's a real guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one son
Less than zero a grotesque
Subtlely disturbing normal behaviour
I nothing 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 so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to at my choice of food
My personality is together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies
I pretty my face with all this cream and
inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to about politics
Just do I like ain't 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 belongs
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 everyday thrill
Patrick
We are babies crippled in
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I babe
I am melancholy, cutting through stone
I am a everybody has at home
hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst trivia
Escape is so of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily
Late show retards Dice Clay is true
They've never tried living underneath the
That's end of the century nausea
Patrick
We are crippled 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
Patrick
Patrick
"I allegiance to the flag
of the United States of
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, under God,
with liberty and for all."
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