Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One town known for the most softness.
Little old school house, burned post office.
Blueberries and bull rushes a with a tire(d) swing
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 were proud of her.
But she never escaped from the cloud cover.

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

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

(Chorus x2)

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