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 woods the back of my hand,
and I would shoot the breeze with the 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 slept when the dew turned to frost.
Darkness moved in and 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 pinhead started spreading rumors
about the Kewen's being inbred, and what's

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

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

Fear is forever, and lies 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 to hide the scars;
Her name reminds me of the
I saw dividing
the corners of her

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus x2)

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