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 gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one son
Less than zero a nightmare
Subtlely disturbing like behaviour
I understand and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the but the trees are diseased
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 is held together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb hate
I pretty my face all this cream and stuff
inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about
Just do what I like ain't that
Genesis, Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss expensive wine
Didn't know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a that 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 kill
Out of I am your everyday thrill
Patrick
We are babies crippled in
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, cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at
Papers hate me but they my behaviour
The amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and
Mines the sanity of gun laws
Art critics say easily obscene
Late retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They've tried living underneath the water
real end of the century nausea
Patrick
We are babies 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
Bateman
Patrick
Patrick
Patrick
"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."
(c) 1993 Music Publishing Ltd.