Joyful Noise Page #2

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You look like Mary J. Blige.

- Light hurts my eyes.

- It's dark.

Mary J. Blige had many hits.

But I prefer one-hit wonders,

like Sir Mix-A-Lot.

Uh-huh.

- What's up, Olivia?

- Hi, Manny.

You ever go anyplace

besides school or church?

- I only see you at one or the other.

- I don't know.

Hey, you think you and me

can go out sometime?

- I'm not allowed to date.

- You're 16.

I'll be a perfect gentleman.

I respect women. For real.

Is this your guitar?

Brand-new Gibson. You want to see it?

Well, hello, Manny.

You know, 30 more feet...

...and you'd actually be inside the church

instead of loitering outside.

Mama.

- I told you to find your brother.

- I did. He's in the car.

I can give her a ride home

after rehearsal, Miss Hill.

I don't doubt that you can

or that you will.

Just remember, there's always

free cheese in the mouse trap.

But trust me, the mice there ain't happy.

Walter. Inside, now.

Aah! Grandma. Wait, it's me.

Randy?

Surprise.

Mm-hm.

Randy, you need to put that thing away.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

- You are in the house of God.

- Yeah, okay.

Now sit down there so I can

keep an eye on you.

Can I help you?

Excuse me, Miss Earla.

But when y'all sing, the angels

just about spit with envy.

Thank you, Mr. Hsu.

You have a very nice tenor voice

yourself.

You got some big old lungs on you too.

You don't mind my saying?

He just call you big?

You just call me big?

Y'all know what y'all doing, right?

- You know what you're doing? Y'all ready?

- Yes, ma'am.

Gonna make a change

For once in my life

All right, now, you're singing too wild.

It's gonna feel real good

Gonna make a difference

Gonna make it right

Okay, this is why I shouldn't have let y'all

talk me into doing pop songs in church.

Don't you bring that Mariah/Christina

mess up in here.

I don't care about hearing you.

I want to hear God through you.

As I turn up the collar

On my favorite winter coat

This wind is blowing my mind

I see the kids in the street

With not enough to eat

Who am I to be blind

Pretending not to see their need?

A summer's disregard

A broken bottle top

And a one man's soul

They follow each other

On the wind, you know

'Cause they got nowhere to go

That's why I want you to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror

I'm asking him to change his ways

And no message

Could've been any clearer

If you wanna make the world

A better place

Take at look at yourself

And then make a change

Oh

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na

Oh, yeah

I've been a victim of

A selfish kind of love

It's time that I realize

There are some with no home

Not a nickel to loan

Could it be, really me

Pretending that they're not alone

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