Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

I was on a dirt road ghost town.
Stray dogs, whole nine the gold closed down.
I knew the woods like the of my hand,
and I would the breeze with the roots of trees.

Or go by the river, watch the way the devil danced,
but never took his hand even I did have several chances.
slept when the morning dew turned to frost.
Darkness in and somebody burned a cross.

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

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

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

Fear is forever, and become legend
growing exponentially.
She been a cover girl treated like a princess,
but she's an haunted by the stigma of incest.

(x2):
She tried to the scars;
Her name reminds me of the
I saw dividing
the corners of her

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

One horse town for the most softness.
old school house, burned down post office.
Blueberries and bull rushes a tree with a tire(d)
fireman's affair, the whole entire thing.

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

A woman reduced, she was by a monster.
And all these years, a past that still haunts her,
whispers her name when she's trying instead
to to music in her bed.

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

(Chorus x2)

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