Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

I have returned your greeting
If it for the way you were looking at me
street is not a market
And I am not a

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

As a woman I can't go
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 again against the of my guitar
In the window of my looking out through 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 told me the story and it was true for his
But now the story's different, I should tell him mine
All the line up here, all the boys on the other side
I see your ranks are advancing, I see are left behind

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

And despite all the balls that I've thrown
And forced to drop on the totem pole
I'm preciously 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 even

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