Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

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

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

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

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

Was it like being Was it like being dead?
Like a bad movie over and again?
did everyone who came close to you
Suddenly hold a knife in hand?

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

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