Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

I was raised on a road ghost town.
dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down.
I the woods like the back of my hand,
and I would shoot the breeze the roots of trees.

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

Girl Stella Kewen was prettier 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 inbred, and what's worse:

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

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

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

(x2):
She to hide the scars;
Her reminds 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 a tire(d) swing
Volunteer fireman's affair, the entire 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 from under the cloud cover.

A reduced, she was eaten by a monster.
And after all these years, a past that haunts her,
that whispers her name when she's trying
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