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 after all things on ya check, ya say
give 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
Above the rocks, the earth
Tell me what your is worth

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

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

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

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

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

God called me and then by
And He me you're gonna die
Unless you buy My holy
Check, cash or a money

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

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

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

"Would you like to be healed, Jonathan?"
"Yeah, Reverend", "You see, brothers and sisters,
Excuse me I him never to page 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)
Pass the plate
(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 to Heaven
Make the checks out in my
Me or God all the same

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

Now a special
This part don't cost any
a drop of blessed water
Now I fertilize daughter

Even though I a hooker
Took your baby girl and 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, we've met price"

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

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