Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

I was raised on a dirt road town.
Stray dogs, whole the gold mine closed down.
I knew the woods the back of my hand,
and I shoot the breeze with the roots of trees.

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

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

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

You know how they 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.
the fear stops, so do the teardrops.

Fear is forever, and lies become
slowly exponentially.
She should've been a cover treated like a princess,
but she's an enigma by the stigma of incest.

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

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

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

was heartbroken, decided to start smoking.
Bad in her mouth, she grew into her sad face.
Her few were worried, her parents were proud of her.
But she escaped from under the cloud cover.

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

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

(Chorus x2)

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