*μ’μνλ λ Έλ μ§μ ν΄μν©λλ€. μμμ΄ μμ μ μμ΅λλ€.
Holy
I hear a lot about sinners
μ£ μ§κ³ μ¬λ μ¬λλ€μ λν΄ λ§μ΄ λ€μμ΄
Don't think that I'll be a saint
λ΄κ° μ±μΈμ΄ λ κ±°λΌκ³ μκ°ν΄λ³Έ μ μμ΄
But I might go down to the river, uh
κ·Έλλ νλλμ λ°λΌ κ±Έμ΄κ° μλ μκ² μ§
'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch
μ°λ¦¬κ° μλ‘λ₯Ό λ§μ§λλ©΄ νλμ΄ μ΄λ €
Yeah, it's makin' me say
μ΄λ κ² λ§νκ² λΌThat the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λ€κ° λλ₯Ό μ‘μμ€ λ
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
λ무λ μ±μ€λ¬μ΄ κΈ°λΆμ΄μΌ
On God
νλλ μμμ
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
νΈλμ€νμ²λΌ μ λ(η₯θΊ)λ‘ λ°μ΄κ°κ³ μΆμ΄
Can't wait another second
λ κΈ°λ€λ¦΄ μ μμ΄
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λ€κ° λλ₯Ό μ‘μμ€ λ
Feels so holy
μ±μ€λ¬μ΄ κΈ°λΆμ΄μΌI don't do well with the drama
λλ κ±°μΆμ₯μ€λ¬μ΄ 건 μ λͺ»ν΄
And no, I can't stand it bein' fake
κ±°μ§μΌλ‘ νλνμ§λ λͺ»νμ§
No, no, no, no, no, no-no-no
μ λ λͺ»ν΄
I don't believe in nirvana
κ·Ήλ½μ λ―Ώμ§ μμ§λ§
But the way that we love in the night gave me life
μ°λ¦¬ μ¬λμ λλ₯Ό μ΄κ² ν΄
Baby, I can't explain
μκΈ°μΌ, μ€λͺ ν μ μμ΄That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λ€κ° λλ₯Ό λΆμ‘μμ€ λ
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
λ무λ μ±μ€λ¬μ
On God
νλλκ»λ‘
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
νΈλμ€νμ²λΌ μ λ(η₯θΊ)λ‘ λ¬λ €κ°κ³ μΆμ΄
Can't wait another second
λ μ΄μ κΈ°λ€λ¦΄ μ μμ΄
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λλ₯Ό λΆμ‘μ μ£Όλ λ
Feels so holy
λ무λ μ±μ€λ¬μThey say we're too young and
μ¬λλ€μ μ°λ¦¬κ° λ무 μ΄λ¦¬λ
(*λΉλ² λΆλΆκ° μ΄λ₯Έ λμ΄μ κ²°νΌν λ° μμ)
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
μμ λ Όλ€λ μ¬λλ€μ "μλλ₯΄μ§ λ§λΌ"κ³ νμ§
Wise men say, "Fools rush in"
νλͺ ν μ¬λλ€μ "λ°λ³΄λ€μ΄λ μλλ₯Έλ€"λΌκ³ λ νλ€
But I don't know (ah-ah, ah, ah)
κ·Έλ°λ°, λλ μ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² μ΄
They say we're too young and
μ¬λλ€μ μ°λ¦¬κ° λ무 μ΄λ¦¬λ
The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
μ λ Έλ μ¬λλ€μ "μλλ₯΄μ§ λ§λΌ"κ³ νμ§
Wise men say, "Fools rush in"
νλͺ ν μ¬λλ€μ "λ°λ³΄λ€μ΄λ μλλ₯Έλ€"λΌκ³ ν΄
But I don't know (Chance the Rapper, ah)
κΈμ, λ μ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² μ΄The first step pleases the Father
첫 λ²μ§Έ, μλ²μ§ (νλλ)μ μ¦κ²κ² ν΄λ릴 κ²
Might be the hardest to take
μλ§λ κ°μ₯ μ΄λ €μ΄ μΌμ΄κ² μ§
But when you come out of the water
κ·Έλ¬λ λ€κ° μλ©΄ μλ‘ λμ¬ λ
I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy
λ λ―Ώκ² λΌ, λ§μμ΄ λΆλλ¬μμ Έ
Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci
μΈμμ 짧μ
They always come and sing your praises, your name is catchy
μ¬λλ€μ νμ λ€ κΈ°λλ₯Ό λ°λΌ νκ³ λ μ λͺ ν΄μ§κ±°μΌ
But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi
κ·Έλ λ€ν΄λ κ·Έ μ¬λλ€μ λ€ μ§κ°λ₯Ό μμ§ λͺ»νκ² μ§
Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi' hit the jet speed
κ·Έλ₯ μ¦κΈ°μ
When they get messy, go lefty, like Lionel Messi
λ©μκ° κ°κ³ λ Έλ 곡μ²λΌ ꡬμ€μλ κ·Έλ₯ νν νΌν΄λ²λ¦¬μ
Let's take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jet-ski
μ¬νμ΄λ λ λμ μ€ν λ°μ΄λ μ νΈμ€ν€λ₯Ό νμ
I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin' next week
μν μ’μ λλ§ νλ κ³³μ μμ, λ€μ μ£Όμ κ°λκ±°μΌ
I wanna honor, wanna honor you
λλ₯Ό μλ°°νκ³ μΆμ΄
Bride's groom, I'm my father's child
λλ λλΌλ μ λΆμ λ¨νΈμ΄μ, νλλμ μλ€μ΄μΌ
I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father's proud
μμμ΄ μ²« κ±Έμμ λ λ, μλ²μ§κ° μΌλ§λ κΈ°λ»νλμ§ μμ
If you make it to the water He'll part the clouds
λ€κ° λ¬Όμ λ€κ°κ°λ©΄ μ£Όλκ»μ ꡬλ¦μ κ°λ₯΄μκ² μ§
I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud
μ£Όλκ»μ λλ₯Ό μν΄ μ’μ κ±Έ μ€λΉν΄μ£Όμ ¨λ¨ κ±Έ μμ
Suffer it to be so now gotta clean it up
μΆ©λΆν νλ€μμμ, μ΄μ νν νΈκ³ μΌμ΄λ μκ°μ΄μΌ
Formalize the union in communion He can trust
μ±μ°¬μμμ νλκ° λλκ±°μΌ, νλλκ»μ λ―ΏμΌμ€ μ μλ
I know I ain't leavin' you like I know He ain't leavin' us
μ£Όλκ»μ λλ₯Ό λ λμ§ μμΌμλ κ²μ²λΌ λλ λ λ λμ§ μμκ±°μΌ
I know we believe in God and I know God believes in us
μ°λ¦¬κ° λ―ΏμμΌλ‘ νλλλ©΄ μ£Όλκ»μ μ°λ¦¬ κ°μ΄λ° κ³μ€κ±°μΌ'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λ€κ° λ μμμ£Όλ λ°©μμ
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
λ무λ μ±μ€λ½κ² λκ»΄μ Έ
On God
νλλ μμμ
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
νΈλμ€νμ²λΌ μ λ(η₯θΊ)λ‘ λ°μ΄κ°κ³ μΆμ΄
Can't wait another second
λ κΈ°λ€λ¦΄ μ μμ΄
On God
νλλ μμμ
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
νΈλμ€νμ²λΌ μ λ(η₯θΊ)λ‘ λ°μ΄κ°κ³ μΆμ΄
Can't wait another second
λ κΈ°λ€λ¦΄ μ μμ΄
On God
νλλκ»λ‘
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
νΈλμ€νμ²λΌ μ λ(η₯θΊ)λ‘ λ°μ΄κ°κ³ μΆμ΄
Can't wait another second
λ κΈ°λ€λ¦΄ μ μμ΄
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
λ€κ° λλ₯Ό μμμ€ λ
Feels so holyλ무λ ν©ννκ³ μ±μ€λ½κ² λκ»΄μ Έ
Songwriters: Anthony Jones / Chancelor Bennett / Jonathan Bellion / Jorgen Michael Odegard / Justin Drew Bieber / Michael Pollack / Steven Franks / Tommy Brown
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