Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the last gleaming?
He's a cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, rolled into one cute son
Less zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely disturbing like normal
I nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are
No sweetheart and I am too
I only love my watch and my snakeskin
I feel so in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my of food
My personality is held with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a junkies hate
I my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much 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 discuss over wine
Didn't even when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of
I cannot be saved as liberals telling me
I don't be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am everyday thrill
Patrick
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched your but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through
I am a crime has at home
Papers hate me but they my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood
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 never tried living underneath the
That's real end of the century
Patrick
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
Patrick
We are crippled in Christ
Patrick
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
Bateman
"I pledge to the flag
of the States of America
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with and justice for all."
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