Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

From your first psychotic to your chugging your schizophrenia
It's your mania that makes you so likable
And everybody want to you
Save you just for

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

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

We help to flatten the sounds that bound 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 children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into factories
And though it pains me to see you all so deceived
But I guess you'll never know so it matter
matter!

I a sense you want to be
The female Henry
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 just lying again

up and then see my void
Like some nation avoid
Like I'm a been destroyed
Like I'm a of specta voice
When no at the present
there's a value in things unpleasant
Will you post naked gifts of epileptic fits
And keep track of your hits and your friends give a shit
And view future with amusement
All the in the universe
There are no victims, participants

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

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