Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

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

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

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

I am up again against the of my guitar
In the window of my life out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence all the words
I'm afraid 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, I should tell him mine
All the girls up here, all the boys on the other side
I see your are advancing, I see mine are left behind

I am up again the skin 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 can say enough, I'm afraid no one has heard me

And despite all the balls I've been thrown
And to drop on the social totem pole
I'm close to the top
They put you in place and they tell 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 looking at me