Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have a sense you to be
The Henry Miller
Cynically referring to lovers as your prince and
Exploiting people's madness

I sensed you'd ever call out to me
Telepathically through all mediums
But I once heard you, so
I think you were lying again

Back up and see my void
Like nation people avoid
Like I'm a been destroyed
Like I'm a of specta voice
When no at the present
Still a value in things unpleasant
Will you post gifts of your epileptic fits
And keep track of your hits and your friends don't a shit
And view future with amusement
All the in the universe
There are no victims, participants

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

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