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 after the
Not the social security"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids, and
Your lips to mine, now send the
And while there, you can kiss 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 give a fuck 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, that was the
Today only, He will heal this boy, for five thousand dollars"

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

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

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

though I fucked a hooker
Took baby 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, brothers and
Are you ready, Jonathan?", "Yes Reverend"
"Lord almighty, we've met price"

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

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