Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

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

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

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

How much do you make?
How will you let me take?
I will give you
Just send wealth and checks to me

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

God has asked you to make me
Me and my fat-rat bitch
On TVs late at night
Send those checks, and guide you to the light

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

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

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

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

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

Take paycheck, and send me half
And I'll send you autograph
get you Allah's, and Buddah's too
Even Zeus, I dont a fuck who
Just send me money

"Would you to be healed, little Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters,
Excuse me I told him never to me on a Sermon Day
Yes? Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, was the Lord
Today only, He will heal boy, for just five thousand 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 twenty-two eleven
For your set of keys to
the checks out in my name
Me or God all the same

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

Now a ceremony
This part don't any money
Drip a drop of blessed
Now I your daughter

Even I fucked a hooker
Took baby girl and shook her
You still buy everything I
And I'm livin' well, see you in

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

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

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