Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

On the first people walk the halls
But none can her desperate calls
There is no beyond the walls
So to the telephone she

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

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

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

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

My family was very
So I hard to be secure
I one I had to wed
And not the one I loved

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

My daughter leads a wayward
She's been a failure as a
And though she lives one floor down
She never calls or comes

Step off the platform and onto the
Look out your window and the rain
Watch all the that pass as you ride
And count all the stories go on inside

And then ask yourself if it must be way
Should walls and and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others'