Luyện nghe bài hát Hellalujah

"Give God the first portion of your income, say that me"
"Give God the first portion of income"
"Give it first, not after the
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 that's what you get from God"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your paycheck, and send me half
And I'll send you 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, and sisters, this
me I told him never to page me on a Sermon Day
Yes? Uh huh, Hallelujah, outtie, people, was the Lord
Today only, He will heal boy, for just five thousand dollars"

Pass the collection
(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

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

Now a ceremony
This don't cost any money
Drip a drop of water
Now I fertilize your

Even though I a hooker
Took your baby girl and her
You still buy everything I
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, met Your price"

Give me the power, I can feel it Lord
Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is
Now, to the eye, it would appear
That this boy has not 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!"