Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

I would have your greeting
If it weren't for the way you looking at me
This is not a market
And I am not a

Don't you find it sad that we can't even say
'Cause you're a man and I'm a
And the sun is low
There are some places I can't go

As a woman I go there
And as a I don't care
I don't go for the 'Hey baby, what's your
And I'd alone thank you the same

I am up against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life looking out through the
I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the
I'm afraid I've too much, I'm afraid of who has heard me

My father, he told me the story and it was true for his
But now the story's different, maybe I tell him mine
All the line up here, all the boys on the other side
I see ranks are advancing, I see mine are left behind

I am up against the skin of my guitar
In the of my life looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the
I'm afraid I can say enough, I'm afraid no one has heard me

And all the balls that I've been thrown
And forced to drop on the social pole
I'm close to the top
They put you in your place and they you to behave
But no one can be free until we're all on grade

And I would returned your greeting
If it weren't for the way you looking at me