Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

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

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

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

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

And letting children get blown up in their schools
So they can get back into their factories
And though it pains me to see you all being so
But I you'll never know so it doesn't matter
matter!

I have a you want to be
The female Henry
Cynically referring to your lovers as prince and
other people's madness

I never sensed ever call out to me
Telepathically through all mediums
But I never once you, so
I think you just lying again

up and then see my void
Like some nation people
I'm a talents been destroyed
Like I'm a pair of voice
When no choices at the
Still a value in things unpleasant
Will you naked gifts of your epileptic fits
And keep of your hits and your friends don't give a shit
And view your future amusement
All the evil in the
There are no victims, participants

Letting get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them into their factories
You know it pains me to see you all so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it matter
matter!

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