Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last
He's a real cool guy and he's a of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one son
Less than zero a nightmare
Subtlely disturbing normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot
I'd walk in the 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
seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held with Sellotape
A fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and
Ugliness inside much to cover up
I lack the thought to care about
Just do what I ain't that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know or why I should stop
I feel so like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of
I be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am everyday thrill
Bateman
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired
I am melancholy, flower cutting through
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers me but they need my behaviour
The amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of and whores
the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily
Late show retards Clay is true poetry
They've tried living underneath the water
That's end of the century nausea
Bateman
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
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
"I pledge to the flag
of the United of America
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with liberty and for all."
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