Luyện nghe bài hát Monica

I Monica
At the US
She been 16
Couldn't've much more
Answering questions
And giggling, I'd seen
Someone so alive on TV
Do you remember
Shrieking on her
Disguising herself as she went out at
her hair
Like someone was her
Lay low, invisible, and out of
And then,
The blade came,
God spitting on you, a knife in your back
We read it in the
Then moved on to other
But for you all the colors, to black
And oh,
you are, Monica
On the cross Jesus and Martin Luther King
like John Lennon, by that hotel
You have to pay for our
Was it being raped?
Was it like dead?
a bad movie over and over again?
And then, did everyone who close to you
Suddenly hold a knife in hand?
And now back, Monica
and hammering
Trying not to think about that thing,
And I that you win
medal you can win
But it may never be much fun
And oh,
There you are,
On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther
Just like John Lennon, by that
You have to pay for our
Just Jesus, by that hotel
You have to pay for our sins