Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

On the first floor a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without
As illusions dance on the midnight
Now she's falling, now she's

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

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

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

a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you can see all
laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir hanging on the wall

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

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

My family was poor
So I worked hard to be
I one I had to wed
And not the one I instead

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

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

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

And then ask if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and ceilings
Separate us from others' feelings?