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 some places that I go

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

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

My father, he told me the and it was true 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 are left behind

I am up again against the of my guitar
In the of my life looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence all the words
I'm I can never 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 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 grade

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