Luyện nghe bài hát Cross Against The Moon

Moonlight streaks a picture of a Marilyn Monroe
While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom
A strong Nebraska wind laying prairie fields flat
She reads bible stories to her calico cat

She stares into the mirror at the cross her neck
And her daddy's sermons echo through her head
Then she her eyes and drifts into a dream
Sees her on a marquis sign beside James Dean

the cross against the moon
A restless in a pink bedroom
Sweet and the silver screen
Yellow, road and technicolor dreams
Nothing's black and white, nothing's or right

Just questions that she hopes to answer
the cross against the moon
Whoa, against the moon
Oh,

Her daddy said Sundays in gospel tents
Would keep the stars from stealing her
She wants to live her life without these and fears
But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her

So she the battle of what she wants to be
hard to find the courage to chase her dreams
She up to Marilyn, says, "You're looking good"
She puts her in her suitcase, pens off to Hollywood

It's the against the moon
A restless girl in a bedroom
Sweet seventeen and the screen
Yellow, brick and Technicolor dreams
Nothing's and white, nothing's wrong or right

Just that she hopes to answer soon
the cross against the moon
Whoa, cross the moon
against the moon