Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

"Give God the portion of your income, say that with me"
"Give God the first 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 give God a little what's
You do and what you gonna get from God"

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

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

Life is going to
And soul will burn in fire
You perish in the thunder
Unless you my hotline 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 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 thousand
We can this boy"

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

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

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

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

"Would you like to be healed, Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters,
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 collection
(Show me how you give)
the collection plate
(Give, give, give)

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

Your total's eleven
For set of keys to Heaven
Make the checks out in my
Me or God it's all the

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

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

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

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

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