Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

I have returned your greeting
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
'Cause a man and I'm a woman
And the sun is low
There are some places that I go

As a woman I go there
And as a person I don't
I don't go for the baby, what's your name?'
And I'd alone you just the same

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

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

I am up again against the skin of my
In the window of my life looking out the bars
I am out the silence avoiding all the words
I'm afraid I can never say enough, I'm no one has heard me

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

And I would returned your greeting
If it for the way you were looking at me