Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Mona Lisa (Live)

She paints her with a close precision
He starts to empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she's for
A speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears
There's nothing with just a taste
Of what you for

Say what you mean, me I'm right
And let the sun down on me
me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona
You're guaranteed to run town
Whoa, Lisa
I'd pay to see you

He something, call it desperation
dollar, another day
And if she had the proper to say, she would tell him
But she'd have left to sell him

Say you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain on me
me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this
Whoa, Mona
I'd pay to see you

Lisa, wear me out
I'm to please ya
Lisa, wear me out

Say what you mean, tell me I'm
And let the sun down on me
Give me a sign, I to believe

Whoa, Mona
You're guaranteed to run this
Whoa, Mona
I'd pay to see you

Say what you mean, tell me I'm
And let the sun down on me
Give me a sign, I want to

There's nothing wrong with a taste
Of what you for