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 the deducts
Not after the security"

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

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

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

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

God has asked you to me rich
Me and my fat-rat gaudy
On your TVs late at
Send those checks, and I'll you to the light

"Don't put away your just yet, brothers and sisters
somebody here I'd like all of you to meet
This is Jonathan, Jonathan
Say to the lovely people"

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

God called me and then by
And He told me you're die
you buy My holy water
Check, cash or a money

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

Put lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids, and
Your to mine, now send the cash
And while you're there, you can my ass

Take paycheck, and send me half
And send you God's autograph
I'll get you Allah's, and too
Zeus, I dont give a fuck who
Just 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
Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, that was the Lord
Today only, He will heal this boy, for five thousand dollars"

Pass the collection
(Show me how you give)
the collection plate
(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 twenty-two eleven
For your set of to Heaven
Make the checks out in my
Me or God all the same

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

Now a ceremony
This part don't cost any
a drop of blessed water
Now I your daughter

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

"Four-thousand eight-hundred,
thousand, Hallelujah! You did it, brothers 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 would
That this boy has not been

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