Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Bateman

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Wire/Richey James)
Oh, say, can you see,
by the early light,
so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last
He's a real cool guy and a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one son
Less than zero a nightmare
Subtlely like normal behaviour
I understand and I cannot speak
I'd in the park but the trees are diseased
No and I am too confused
I only love my and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the queue
People to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies
I pretty my face all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care politics
Just do what I like ain't democratic
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss expensive wine
Didn't know when or why I should stop
I so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all are made out of money
I cannot be saved as keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I wanna kill
Out of I am your everyday thrill
Patrick
We are babies crippled in
Patrick
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 stone
I am a everybody has at home
Papers me but they need my behaviour
The dignity Hollywood trivia
is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun
Art say porno's easily obscene
Late show Dice Clay is true poetry
never tried living underneath the water
That's end of the century nausea
Bateman
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
Patrick
Bateman
Patrick
Bateman
"I pledge allegiance to the
of the United States of
and to the for which it stands.
One nation, God, indivisible
with and justice for all."
(c) 1993 Music Publishing Ltd.