Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

I Monica at the U.S. Open
She might been 16
have been much more
Answering some and giggling
I'd never someone so alive on TV before

Do you remember shrieking on her backhand?
Disguising herself when she out at night?
Coloring her hair like something was her
low, invisible and out of sight

And then, Monica, the blade came,
Like God 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 with Jesus and Martin Luther King
Just like John Lennon by hotel
You have to pay for our

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

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

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