Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

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

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

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

I am up against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life out through the bars
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 for his time
But now the story's different, maybe I tell him mine
All the girls line up here, all the boys on the side
I see your ranks are advancing, I see mine are behind

I am up against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life 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 balls that been thrown
And forced to drop on the social totem
I'm close to the top
They put you in your place and tell you to behave
But no one can be free we're all on even grade

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