Luyện nghe bài hát Cries a Girl

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

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

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

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

You know how they a kid in school
and this shit's enough to make anybody 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 become
growing exponentially.
She should've been a cover girl treated a princess,
but she's an haunted 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.
old school house, burned down post office.
Blueberries and bull rushes a with a tire(d) swing
Volunteer affair, the whole entire thing.

Stella was heartbroken, decided to smoking.
Bad taste in her mouth, she into her sad face.
Her few friends were worried, her parents 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 past that still her,
that whispers her name when she's instead
to to music in her bed.

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

(Chorus x2)

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