Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

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

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

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

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

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

And now, you're back,
Grim and
not to think about that 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 cross with Jesus and Martin King
Just like John Lennon by hotel
You have to pay for our
like Jesus by that hotel
You to pay for our sins