Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

"Give God the portion 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 all these things on ya check, ya say
'I'ma God a little what's left
You do and that's what you get from God"

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

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

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

God has you to make me rich
Me and my gaudy bitch
On your TVs at night
those checks, and I'll guide you to the light

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

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

God me and then stopped by
And He told me gonna die
Unless you buy My water
Check, cash or a order

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

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

Take paycheck, and send me half
And I'll send you God's
I'll get you Allah's, and too
Even Zeus, I dont give a who
Just send me that

"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
Yes? Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, was the Lord
Today only, He will heal this boy, for 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)
Pass the collection
(Show me how you give)
(I'll you how to live)

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

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

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

Even though I a hooker
Took your baby girl and her
You buy everything I sell
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, we've met price"

Give me the healing power, I can it Lord
Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is
Now, to the naked eye, it would
this boy has not been healed

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