Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

I Monica
At the US
She been 16
Couldn't've much more
some questions
And giggling, I'd never
so alive on TV before
Do you Monica
Shrieking on her
Disguising as she went out at night
Coloring her
Like someone was her
Lay low, invisible, and out of
And then,
The blade came,
Like God spitting on you, a knife in your
We it in the paper
Then on to other things
But for you all the colors, fade to
And oh,
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 dead?
Like a bad movie over and again?
And then, did everyone who came to you
Suddenly a knife in their hand?
And now you're back,
Grim and
Trying not to think about thing, then
And I hope you win
medal you can win
But it may never be fun again
And oh,
There you are,
On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther
like John Lennon, by that hotel
You have to pay for our
Just like Jesus, by that
You will have to pay for our