Luyện nghe bài hát Belle Glade Missionaries

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

From your first episode to your chugging your schizophrenia
your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable
And want to save you
you just for themselves

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

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

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

And letting children get 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 you'll never so it doesn't matter
matter!

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

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

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

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

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