Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

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

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

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

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

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

God has you to make me rich
Me and my fat-rat bitch
On your TVs at night
Send those checks, and I'll 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 hello to the people"

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

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

This is true, question me
even 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
Close 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
I'll get you Allah's, and too
Even Zeus, I dont a fuck who
Just me that money

"Would you to be healed, little Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, and sisters, this
Excuse me I told him never to me on a Sermon Day
Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, that was the Lord
Today only, He will heal boy, for just five thousand dollars"

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

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

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

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

Now a special
This part cost any money
Drip a drop of blessed
Now I your daughter

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

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

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

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