Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

On the first floor there's a young reeling
Her numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the ceiling
Now falling, now she's kneeling

It's almost like bowed in prayer
A she's about to bear
She for help, but no one's there
On the first

On the first floor people walk the
But none can hear her calls
is no sound beyond the walls
So to the she crawls

She telephones her friend
The one on whom she can
But the phone rings on an end
Then rings no more on the floor

There's a on the second floor
And the picture window you can see them all
They're and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir hanging on the wall

But in the bedroom where the coats are piled high
A silent, lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she still has to face
She how she'll ever find someone to take his place

Then suddenly she's by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing before she picks it up

My was very poor
So I hard to be secure
I one I had to wed
And not the one I instead

When I was my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the
Now three flights up, I'm all
My is dead, my child is grown

My daughter a wayward life
She's a failure as a wife
And though she just one floor down
She never or comes around

off the platform and onto the train
Look out window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that as you ride
And all the stories that go on inside

And ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and and plaster ceilings
Separate us each others' feelings?