Leonard Cohen
I heard there was a secret chord,
that David played and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this the forth the fifth,
the minor fall and the major lift.
The battled king composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya,
She tied you to her kitchen chair,
she broke your thrown 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 ever learned from love,
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya,
It's not a cry that you hear at night,
it’s not someone who has seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.