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 after the
Not after the security"

And the hospitalization, and the
Not after all these 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 you to my level
Above the rocks, above the
Tell me what your soul is

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

Life is to expire
And soul will burn in fire
You will perish in the
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 guide you to the

"Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and
There's somebody here I'd all of you to meet
is little 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 me you're gonna die
you buy My holy water
Check, cash or a money

This is true, question me
I'll even you shit for free
It's ten bucks for the call
And send a prayer, no charge at all

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

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

"Would you to be healed, little Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters,
Excuse me I 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"

Pass the collection
(Show me how you give)
Pass the collection
(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)

Your twenty-two eleven
For your set of keys to
Make the out in my name
Me or God all the same

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

Now a special
This part don't cost any
Drip a drop of blessed
Now I your daughter

though I fucked a hooker
Took your girl and shook her
You still buy everything I
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, met Your price"

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

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