Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

The blade are here to steal your cocaine
You better send malaria to puncture their brains and
Send them to where they came from
them back to the souvenirs of disease

From your first psychotic episode to your chugging schizophrenia
It's your dysphoric mania makes you so likable
And everybody want to you
you just for themselves

And letting children get blown up in their today
So they can get them into their factories
And it pains me to see while being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't
matter!

The feeble me to have because you been on the winds
I made the bones in my jaw going
And there's a sense there's a prowler on the prairie
hair on the walls

We help to flatten the sounds bound down the street
And my fear of release
Someone else's consciousness and down the to contend with
Oh but too these rays there to pretend with

And letting children get blown up in their schools
So they can get them into their factories
And it pains me to see you all being so deceived
But I guess you'll never know so it matter
matter!

I have a sense you to be
The female Henry
referring to your lovers as your prince and
Exploiting other people's

I never you'd ever call out to me
through all archaic mediums
But I never once you, so
I think you were just lying

up and then see my void
Like some people avoid
Like I'm a talents destroyed
Like I'm a of specta voice
When no at the present
Still there's a value in things
Will you post naked gifts of your fits
And keep track of hits and your friends don't give a shit
And view your future amusement
All the evil in the
are no victims, only participants

Letting children get blown up in their schools
So they can get them back into their
You know it pains me to see you all so betrayed
But I guess never know so it doesn't matter
matter!

Can't trust my lately
And I'm feeling
You more synthetic
They feel synthetic
synthetic