Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

"Give God the first of your income, say that with me"
"Give God the first portion of income"
"Give it first, not after the
Not the social security"

And the hospitalization, and the
Not all these things on ya check, ya say
give God a little what's left
You do and what you gonna get from God"

Who am I? I'm not the
I can you to my level
Above the rocks, above the
Tell me what your is worth

How money do you make?
How much will you let me
I will you tranquility
Just your wealth and checks to me

is going to expire
And your soul will burn in
You will in the thunder
you call my hotline number

God has you to make me rich
Me and my gaudy bitch
On your TVs at night
Send those checks, and I'll you to the light

"Don't put your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters
There's somebody here I'd like all of you to
is little Jonathan, Jonathan
Say to the lovely people"

"Hello", "Jonathan has problems, twisted
Tangled legs, crooked but we can heal this boy
For just, six dollars
We can heal boy"

God called me and stopped by
And He me you're gonna die
Unless you buy My holy
Check, cash or a money

This is true, don't me
I'll even send you for free
It's only ten bucks for the
And I'll a prayer, no charge at all

Put your lips up to the
Close eyelids, and intervene
Your lips to mine, now the cash
And while there, you can kiss my ass

Take paycheck, and send me half
And I'll you God's autograph
I'll get you Allah's, and too
Even Zeus, I give a fuck who
send me that money

"Would you like to be healed, Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters,
Excuse me I told him to page me on a Sermon Day
Yes? Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, was the Lord
Today only, He will heal this boy, for just five dollars"

the collection plate
(Show me how you give)
Pass the collection
(Give, give, give)

Pass the plate
(Show me how you give)
the collection plate
(Show me how you give)
(I'll you how to live)

Your total's eleven
For set of keys to Heaven
the checks out in my name
Me or God it's all the

your crippled ass to me
Pay my usher the fee
I'll bless legs, and bless your chair
Then your bitch-ass outta here

Now a special
This part don't cost any
a drop of blessed water
Now I fertilize daughter

though I fucked a hooker
Took baby girl and shook her
You buy everything I sell
And I'm well, see you in Hell

"Four-thousand eight-hundred,
Five thousand, Hallelujah! You did it, and sisters
Are you ready, Jonathan?", "Yes Reverend"
"Lord almighty, we've met price"

Give me the power, I can feel it Lord
Rumilumilamanamanumi! boy is healed
Now, to the naked eye, it appear
That boy has not been healed

But I can you
This boy's spirit has been healed, inside tangled
Mangled frame is a healed boy, his spirit is healed Hallelujah!"