Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

I Monica at the U.S. Open
She might have 16
Couldn't have much more
some questions and giggling
I'd seen someone so alive on TV before

Do you Monica shrieking on her backhand?
Disguising when she went out at night?
her hair like something was telling her
Stay low, and out of sight

And then, Monica, the blade came,
Like God on you, a knife in your back
We read it in the and moved on to other things
But for you all the fade to black

And oh, Monica, there you are,
On the with Jesus and Martin Luther King
like John Lennon by that hotel
You have to pay for our

Was it like raped? Was it like being dead?
Like a bad over and over again?
Then did everyone who came to you
hold a knife in their hand?

And now, back, Monica
and hammering
Trying not to think about thing then
I hope that you win medal you can win
But it may never be much fun

And oh, Monica, you are, Monica
On the with Jesus and Martin Luther King
Just like John Lennon by that
You to pay for our sins
Just like by that hotel
You to pay for our sins