Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the first

On the first there's a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and feeling
As illusions on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's

It's almost she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's to bear
She screams for help, but no one's
On the floor

On the floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her calls
There is no sound beyond the
So to the telephone she

She telephones her friend
The one on whom she can
But the rings on without an end
Then rings no more on the floor

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

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

Then she's jarred 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 drinks 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 married for the child
Now flights up, I'm all alone
My is dead, my child is grown

My daughter leads a wayward
She's been a as a wife
And though she just one floor down
She never calls or around

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

And ask yourself if it must be this way
walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each feelings?