Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

Well, we pounded the pavement dotted lines
But we belonged to the fugitive kind
We never the best but we were better than this
To be made to bow down princes

I got thrown around hallways and and towns
And you run from that and it drags you around
It don't matter the or the weapons we choose
There is only one thing can free us

Oh, so here I am, and the lamb
I was born to be telling this
I could only be telling story
I will always be telling this

Well, our married our mother too young
And he took on a like a fortunate son
But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb
He would hide from us the kitchen

Where she simmered so soft her weapons of tin
And like so many she just gave us to him
And he never did guess, in her cast dress
She was burning beyond

Oh, it's not yet, oh, that I can't forget
I am going to be telling story
I was born to be telling story
I will always be this story

I feel so reckless and wild
Sometimes I feel a motherless child
I gave nobody life, I am wife
And I seem to be nobody's

So red is the color that I like the
your Indian skin and the badge on my chest
The heat of my and the lips of a bride
The sad heart of the truth and the flag of
And blood that is thicker water

I was to be telling this story
I was born to be this story
I am going to be telling story
I could only be this story
I will be telling this story