Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

I Monica at the U.S. Open
She might been 16
Couldn't have much more
Answering questions and giggling
I'd never someone so alive on TV before

Do you remember Monica on her backhand?
herself when she went out at night?
Coloring her hair something was telling her
Stay low, invisible and out of

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

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

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

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

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