Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

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

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

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

People believed it. The was dirt poor,
on their luck, so that made it hurt more.
Picking up garbage or the grass,
at this point, Stella going to class.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus x2)

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