Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never sensed you'd call out to me
Telepathically through all mediums
But I never heard you, so
I think you were just lying

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

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

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