Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's light,
what so we hailed,
at the twilight's last
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of
Travis, Rhinehart into one cute son
Less than zero a nightmare
disturbing like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot
I'd walk in the park but the trees are
No and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin
I feel so in the supermarket queue
People to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb hate
I pretty my face with all this and stuff
Ugliness much harder to cover up
I the thought to care about politics
do what I like ain't that democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over wine
even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a that belongs
I guess all psychos are out of money
I be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I wanna kill
Out of blandness I am everyday thrill
Bateman
We are babies crippled in
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
I touched your but now I just paint
reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting stone
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers hate me but need my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and
Mines the sanity of gun laws
Art critics say porno's obscene
Late show retards Dice Clay is poetry
never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century
Bateman
We are crippled in Christ
Bateman
Therefore I be God
I must, I be God
Bateman
We are babies in Christ
Patrick
I God up the ass
I God up the ass
Patrick
Patrick
Patrick
Bateman
"I pledge to the flag
of the United of America
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, under God,
with liberty and for all."
(c) 1993 Sony Music Ltd.