That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But anda don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong but anda needed proof
anda saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied anda to her dapur chair
She broke your takhta and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a god above
But all I've ever learned from cinta
Was how to shoot somebody who out-drew ya
It's not a cry that anda hear at night
It's not someone who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
