Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

I was raised on a road ghost town.
dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down.
I the woods like the back of my hand,
and I would shoot the breeze with the of trees.

Or go by the river, watch the way the devil danced,
but took his hand even though I did have several chances.
Everybody slept the morning dew turned to frost.
Darkness moved in and somebody a cross.

Girl named Stella Kewen was than you'd imagine.
The town should've gave her the crown for the pageant.
But instead, some pinhead started spreading rumors
about the Kewen's being inbred, and worse:

People believed it. The family was poor,
down on their luck, so that it hurt more.
Picking up or mowing the grass,
at point, Stella stopped going to class.

You know how they ridicule a kid in
and this shit's to make anybody feel like a misfit.
She made herself and hid in a house of mirrors.
Whenever the stops, so do the teardrops.

Fear is forever, and lies legend
growing exponentially.
She should've been a cover girl treated a princess,
but an enigma haunted by the stigma of incest.

(x2):
She tried to hide the
Her name reminds me of the
I saw diamonds
the of her eyes

......Stella
......Stella

One horse town for the most softness.
Little old school house, burned post office.
and bull rushes a tree with a tire(d) swing
Volunteer affair, the whole entire thing.

Stella was heartbroken, decided to smoking.
Bad in her mouth, she grew into her sad face.
Her few were worried, her parents were proud of her.
But she never from under the cloud cover.

A reduced, she was eaten by a monster.
And after all years, a past that still haunts her,
that whispers her name when she's trying
to listen to in her bed.

Now, the story of Stella is one every child knows,
but the witch in the is more like a wild rose.
.......Stella
.......Stella

(Chorus x2)

.......Stella
.......Stella