Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

From your psychotic episode to your chugging your schizophrenia
It's dysphoric mania that 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 back into their
And it pains me to see while being so betrayed
But I guess never know so it doesn't matter
matter!

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

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

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

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

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

Back up and see my void
Like some nation people
Like I'm a talents destroyed
Like I'm a of specta voice
no choices at the present
Still there's a value in unpleasant
you post naked gifts of your epileptic fits
And keep of your hits and your friends don't give a shit
And view future with amusement
All the evil in the
There are no victims, participants

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

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