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 after all these on ya check, ya say
'I'ma give God a little what's
You do and that's what you get from God"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take your paycheck, and send me
And send you God's autograph
get you Allah's, and Buddah's too
Even Zeus, I dont give a who
Just me that money

"Would you to be healed, little Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, and sisters, this
me I told him never to page 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)

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

total's twenty-two eleven
For your set of to Heaven
the checks out in my name
Me or God all the same

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

Now a ceremony
This don't cost any money
Drip a drop of water
Now I your daughter

Even though I a hooker
Took baby 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 eye, it would appear
That boy has not been healed

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