Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

I was raised on a dirt road town.
Stray dogs, whole nine the gold closed down.
I knew the like 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 took his hand though I did have several chances.
Everybody slept when the morning dew to frost.
Darkness in and somebody burned a cross.

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

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

You know how they a kid in school
and this enough 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 a cover girl treated like a princess,
but an enigma haunted by the stigma of incest.

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

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

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

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

A reduced, she was eaten by a monster.
And after all these years, a that still haunts her,
whispers 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 like a rose.
.......Stella
.......Stella

(Chorus x2)

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