Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

From your first psychotic episode to your chugging your
your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable
And everybody to save you
Save you just for

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

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

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

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

I have a sense you to be
The female Miller
Cynically referring to your lovers as your and
Exploiting other madness

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

Back up and see my void
Like some nation avoid
Like I'm a talents destroyed
Like I'm a pair of specta
When no 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 your future with
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 you'll never know so it matter
matter!

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