Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

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

Don't you find it sad that we can't say hello
you're a man and I'm a woman
And the sun is low
There are places that 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 name?'
And I'd thank you just the same

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

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

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

And despite all the that I've been thrown
And forced to drop on the social totem
I'm preciously to the top
They put you in your place and they tell you to
But no one can be until we're all on even grade

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