Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

"Give God the first portion of your income, say that me"
"Give God the first of your income"
"Give it first, not the deducts
Not after the 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 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 will you tranquility
Just send your and checks to me

is going to expire
And your will burn in fire
You will perish in the
Unless you my hotline number

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pass the collection
(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
the checks out in my name
Me or God it's all the

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

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

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